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aerialmirrorss · 3 days ago

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𝐰 𝐢 𝐥 𝐝 𝐟 𝐥 𝐨 𝐰 𝐞 𝐫 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆ rafe cameron

playing: 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 by billie eilish 𝜗𝜚˚｡˚ ⋆

synopsis! rafe realizes how much he cares about you when he’s willing to put everything on the line for your safety after a leaked video gets to sarah, your best friend..

paring: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

warnings: friends? with benefits , angst , panic attack (pogue!reader) , soft(ish)!rafe (he’s bipolar ik) , sexual content + unprotected sex! , lots of praise + dirty talk , some fluff , the L word , potential stalker? , mature , 18+ (minors dni!)

word count: 7.4k

notes: this is chapter two of my nobody gets me series. click the link below to read chapter one! pls lmk if you’d like to be added to my taglist! ♡

chapter one: 𝐧 𝐨 𝐛 𝐨 𝐝 𝐲 𝐠 𝐞 𝐭 𝐬 𝐦 𝐞 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚｡˚ ⋆

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to say rafe was freaking out would be an understatement. it had been days since he’d last seen you, and the silence on your end was driving him to the edge of his sanity. not a single text, call, or word had come from you. it was like you’d vanished, and every minute without hearing from you only made his frustration worse.

he sat on the edge of his bed at tannyhill, replaying the night in his head for the hundredth time. every detail, every sound, every look—it all came flooding back, leaving him questioning everything. maybe he’d been too rough. maybe he’d misread your reactions, thinking you wanted it when in reality, you were trying to get away. the thought sent a chill down his spine.

he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus. he paced his room, running his hand through his hair, biting his thumbnail anxiously as he mumbled under his breath. every scenario raced through his mind, each one worse than the last.

should he text you again? call? or maybe just drive to your house and force you to talk to him? the idea of busting down your door crossed his mind more than once, his desperation teetering on obsession. he hated feeling this out of control, hated not knowing where you stood.

but above all, he hated the thought of losing you—of you slipping through his fingers without giving him the chance to make it right.

just then, as if his prayers had been answered, your name lit up his phone. a call.

for a moment, he stared at the screen, his heart hammering in his chest before he cleared his throat and steadied his hand enough to swipe the answer button. “hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

the silence on your end made his stomach churn. maybe you’d called by accident? but then, faintly, he heard it—your voice. it was barely a whisper, rough and broken, like you’d been crying for hours.

“i need to talk to you,” you said, the vulnerability in your tone cutting straight through him.

“yeah, okay. i’ll come to you—” he shot up from his bed, already slipping on his shoes, when you interrupted him.

“n-no,” you stammered, your voice shaky. “just meet me at the beach. i’ll send you my pin.”

before he could respond, the line went dead, leaving him in silence once again. he stood frozen for a moment, staring at his phone, his mind racing. then, without hesitation, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. whatever this was, he wasn’t about to leave it unresolved.

you watched as the waves crashed against the shore, the rhythmic sound doing little to calm the storm inside you. with trembling hands, you adjusted your hat and pulled up the hood of your oversized sweater, trying to shield yourself from the cool night air—and maybe from your own reflection in the water. your puffy eyes told the story you didn’t want to share. if it wasn’t already obvious you’d been crying for days, you wouldn’t have bothered with the oversized sweater as a weak disguise.

you’ve been spamming sarah’s phone nonstop, sending text after text, leaving voicemails that never got a reply. it got to the point where you’re certain she’s blocked you. the silent treatment has been unbearable, eating away at you in a way you didn’t expect.

but even worse, you haven’t set foot in the chateau since it all happened. you couldn’t bring yourself to. if sarah was mad at you—and you knew she was—then the rest of them probably were too. if she told them—and she likely did—you doubted any of them would want to see you.

the thought of facing jj, of looking into his bruised eye and knowing how you betrayed him, kept you away. you didn’t deserve their forgiveness, so you didn’t ask for it. instead, you sat here, waiting for rafe, the one person you weren’t sure you could avoid any longer.

you feel a presence behind you, the weight of it heavy in the air, and you know without looking who it is. the sound of footsteps crunching softly against the sand confirms it before that presence settles beside you.

rafe doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his eyes on you, studying you, trying to gauge your mood. you don’t turn to face him, but out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of his expression—his furrowed brows, the slight downturn of his lips, and the unmistakable concern in his features.

your chest tightens. maybe he already knew about the video. maybe that’s why he looked like this—like he wasn’t sure what to say but felt he needed to be here.

you swallow hard, forcing the lump in your throat down, the tension stretching painfully in the quiet. “sarah knows, rafe,” you mutter finally, your voice barely above a whisper, but it feels deafening in the stillness.

you turn your head slightly to gauge his reaction, but he doesn’t give you one. his expression doesn’t change, his silence heavy and unreadable. of course he doesn’t react—you should’ve expected that.

you sigh softly, the weight of it all pressing harder against you. “there’s, um—” your voice cracks, and you pause, biting down on your trembling lip as the tears threaten to spill. “there’s a video of us. before we got in the truck. and someone sent it to her.”

you roll your lips into your mouth, trying desperately to hold yourself together, but it feels like you’re crumbling piece by piece. a single tear slips down your cheek, warm against your cold, rosy skin. you don’t wipe it away, too consumed by the weight of everything to care.

your chest feels like it’s caving in, the weight of it pressing down so hard it steals the air from your lungs. your breaths come short and shallow, each one more desperate than the last as if no matter how hard you try, you can’t pull in enough oxygen. your hands start to tremble, curling into fists at your sides, and your heart pounds so violently in your chest it feels like it might burst.

your vision starts to tunnel, the edges blurring as the crashing waves in front of you twist into an indistinguishable mess of sound and movement. your head feels light, like you’re floating and sinking at the same time, and a sharp heat spreads through your chest and throat, making it even harder to breathe.

you press your hands against your knees, trying to ground yourself, but it only makes the dizziness worse. the lump in your throat feels unbearable, choking you as tears stream uncontrollably down your face. everything feels too loud and too bright, the sound of the waves and the faint hum of rafe’s presence blending into an overwhelming cacophony.

“hey,” rafe says softly, his voice distant despite being right next to you. you barely register the warmth of his hand against your arm. “hey, look at me. breathe. just breathe.”

but you can’t. your body is out of your control, your mind spiraling into a dark abyss of guilt, fear, and panic. the more you fight it, the tighter the grip becomes, until all you can do is clutch your arms around yourself, trying to hold the pieces of you together as the panic consumes you.

rafe stands abruptly, the tension in his movements evident, before crouching down right in front of you. his hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb brushing slow, soothing strokes over your skin, an anchor in the storm of your panic.

“hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, drawing your unfocused gaze to his. his eyes lock onto yours, grounding and intent. “look at me,” he urges, keeping his tone soft but firm.

he takes a deep inhale, exaggerating the motion so you can follow it, then exhales slowly, motioning for you to mimic him, taking your hand and putting it on his chest. “breathe with me,” he says, his own chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

your attempts are shaky at first, uneven gasps that barely resemble breaths, but you follow him. inhale. exhale. over and over. relief washes over his face as your breathing starts to regulate, the shallow gasps slowly giving way to deeper, steadier pulls of air.

“there we go,” he soothes, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your cheek. “good job, baby.” the nickname slips out before he can stop it, but he doesn’t correct himself, too focused on calming you.

his other hand comes to rest lightly on your knee, grounding you further, his presence unwavering. “i’ve got you,” he says softly, his voice steady, as if willing you to believe it.

in that moment, as rafe watched you close your eyes, your chest rising and falling steadily again, relief softening your tear-streaked face, something inside him snapped. rage surged through him like a tidal wave, sudden and uncontrollable.

and he blamed sarah.

to him, it was her fault. she had no right to get involved, no reason to make this worse. something that was meant to stay between you and him—just you and him—was now tearing you apart. and all because of her.

his jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he thought about her selfishness, her spoiled sense of righteousness. it didn’t matter that she was his sister; all he could see was the way her actions had hurt you. the way she had betrayed him.

the image of you struggling to breathe, broken and panicked because of her interference, made his blood boil. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t right. and it was enough to make him see red.

and then there was that damn video.

the thought of it made rafe’s fists clench at his sides. it wasn’t just about the invasion of privacy; it was about you—your exposure in such a vulnerable moment. the idea of someone lurking, watching, and recording without your knowledge made his blood run cold with anger.

he didn’t care about his own reputation, not in the slightest. all he cared about was you and the way it could hurt you, the way it already had hurt you.

rafe was determined to figure out who took it. he didn’t care how long it would take or what he’d have to do to get the answers. whoever it was would regret ever crossing that line. and he’d make sure of it.

rafe gently pulls you to your feet, his hands steadying you before he wraps his arms around your shoulders, drawing you into a firm, grounding hug. the warmth radiating from his body seeps into you, calming the residual tremors in your chest. his steady breathing against the top of your head is a silent reassurance that you’re okay, that he’s got you.

“you’re good,” he murmurs softly, almost to himself, as if trying to convince you both.

after a few moments, he pulls back slightly, his hands brushing your arms as he guides you toward the passenger side of his truck. he opens the door and helps you inside, his fingers lingering as he buckles your seatbelt, the light touch against your bare thighs sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. you shiver but don’t say anything, leaning back into the seat as he closes the door.

once the truck is moving, the hum of the engine fills the comfortable silence between you. you haven’t said a word since the breakdown at the beach, but rafe doesn’t push. he seems to understand that the quiet is what you need right now.

he pulls into a nearby gas station, the bright lights spilling across the truck as he puts it in park. “i’ll be quick,” he mumbles, more to himself than you, before slipping out and heading inside.

you sit there, watching him through the window as he grabs a water bottle and lingers near the snack aisle, seemingly deliberating. for a brief moment, you feel a flicker of something you can’t place—gratitude, guilt, or maybe just relief that he’s here.

inside, rafe grabs a pack of gummy worms, deciding it’s the safest option. he figures it’s something easy, something you might actually eat since he’s convinced you haven’t been eating properly these past few days. satisfied, he starts to head to the checkout when he hears it—a laugh he knows all too well, one that instantly sets him on edge.

his head snaps in the direction of the sound, and there they are—sarah and john b, standing in the same aisle he just walked out of. rafe’s jaw tightens, a flare of anger igniting in his chest. it takes everything in him not to start something right then and there.

his fists clench at his sides as he forces himself to stay composed, but the tension in his body is undeniable as he turns on his heel and strides toward her.

“i need to talk to you,” he says sharply, his voice low but firm as he approaches sarah.

sarah visibly jumps at his sudden appearance, her startled expression quickly morphing into a glare. rafe can see the way her jaw ticks, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface, mirroring his own.

she glances at john b, offering him a reassuring smile. “i’ll be right back,” she says calmly, though her tone carries an edge. reluctantly, john b stays put, watching them as sarah follows rafe to the back of the store, where the beverage aisle is quieter and out of sight.

as soon as they’re alone, rafe’s grip tightens on the gummy worms and water bottle in his hands, his knuckles turning white as he struggles for some semblance of control. his glare pierces through sarah, the tension between them thick and heavy, charged with years of unresolved resentment.

“you had no fucking right,” he growls, his voice low and venomous, the anger in his tone bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over.

sarah’s brows knit together, her own frustration flaring as she lowers her voice to a sharp whisper. “i had no right? rafe, you had no fucking right!” she hisses, her eyes blazing with anger. “my best friend of all people? are you serious? you could’ve literally chosen anyone else, anyone, but no, you always have to come after my happiness!”

her words hang heavy between them, cutting deeper than she intended. rafe’s jaw clenches, his entire body rigid as he stares at her, his anger matched only by the faint flicker of hurt she’s unknowingly struck.

“this isn’t about your happiness,” he snaps back, his voice still low but laced with venom. “this is about you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. you had no right to drag her into this.”

sarah crosses her arms, her glare unwavering. “and you had no right to do what you did, rafe. you knew what this would do to her, to me, to all of us. but you didn’t care, did you? because you never do.”

rafe steps closer, the tension between them nearly suffocating as his voice drops even lower, dripping with bitterness. “you think i don’t care? you have no idea what i feel, sarah. none. but you—you took it too far. that video?” his grip tightens around the items in his hands, the plastic crinkling under the pressure. “do you have any idea what that did to her? to me?”

sarah’s arms tighten around herself, but she doesn’t back down. “i didn’t take that video, rafe. don’t pin your shit on me,” she fires back, her voice steadier now, but no less angry. “you’re the one who dragged her into your bullshit. you’re the one who made her a target.”

“a target? i’ve been protecting her!” he snarls, his composure cracking as he takes another step closer. “you think i wanted this? for someone to spy on us, to send you a video like that? you have no idea what i’d do to keep her safe.”

sarah laughs bitterly, shaking her head. “protecting her? from what, rafe? from you?” her words are sharp, designed to cut, and they do. “because that’s what it looks like from where I’m standing.”

rafe’s jaw ticks, his breathing heavy, as he stares her down, trying to bite back the words that threaten to spill. “you don’t get it,” he mutters, his voice thick with frustration. “you never did. this isn’t about you, sarah.”

“no, it’s about her,” she snaps, her voice rising slightly despite her attempt to keep it contained. “my best friend, rafe. she’s not just some girl for you to fuck around with and forget about when it’s convenient. she deserves better than this—better than you.”

the words hit him harder than he expects, but he doesn’t let it show. instead, he leans in closer, his tone sharp as a blade. “and you think she needs you playing savior? she doesn’t, sarah. she’s stronger than you give her credit for.”

sarah’s face softens slightly, her anger flickering into something more conflicted, but she doesn’t back down. “if she’s so strong, then why is she breaking because of you?” she whispers, her voice quieter now but no less cutting.

rafe doesn’t answer immediately, his grip loosening as the weight of her words settles over him. for the first time, he looks away, his jaw tight as he swallows hard.

sarah sighs deeply, her anger giving way to something softer, though the tension in her shoulders remains. she looks down at her shoes for a moment before lifting her gaze to meet rafe’s, her eyes filled with something he doesn’t expect—concern.

“if you really care about her, rafe,” she says, her voice quieter now, less sharp but still firm, “you’ll leave her alone. you’re just going to take her down with you.”

her words cut deeper than he wants to admit, but he doesn’t let it show. his jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as he shakes his head. “you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mutters, his voice low but defensive.

“don’t i?” sarah counters, her brows furrowing. “i’ve seen it, rafe. the way you drag people into your chaos. she’s already hurting because of you—look at what’s happened these past few days! she doesn’t need this. she doesn’t need you.”

rafe flinches at the words but quickly masks it with anger. “and what? you think walking away is going to fix everything? you think i can just leave her and pretend like nothing happened?” his voice rises slightly, frustration creeping in.

“yes,” sarah replies simply, her tone steady but sad. “because if you don’t, she’s going to lose herself trying to save you. and you know that, rafe. deep down, you know that.”

rafe’s hands clench into fists, his breathing heavy as her words sink in. for a moment, he’s silent, his eyes darting away as he processes what she’s said. but instead of responding, he turns on his heel, walking away from her and toward the checkout, his mind racing with everything he doesn’t want to admit might be true.

as rafe walks toward the checkout, his thoughts are a storm of anger, guilt, and something deeper he can’t quite name. sarah’s words play over and over in his head, each repetition chipping away at his defenses. if you really care about her, you’ll leave her alone. the weight of it feels unbearable, but he pushes it down, refusing to let it show.

he pays for the water and gummy worms quickly, his mind far from the mundane transaction. the cashier’s bored expression barely registers as he grabs the bag and heads back to the truck. the short walk feels like miles, his chest tight with a mix of emotions he can’t fully unravel.

when he gets back to the truck, he opens the door and climbs in, placing the bag on the center console. you’re still in the passenger seat, curled up slightly, staring out the window at the empty gas station parking lot. the dim light casts shadows across your face, and rafe’s chest aches at the sight of you looking so small, so fragile.

“here,” he says, his voice softer than usual as he pulls out the water and gummy worms, placing them gently in your lap. “figured you should have something.”

you don’t look at him right away, your fingers hesitating before picking up the water bottle. “thanks,” you murmur, your voice barely audible, but it’s the first thing you’ve said to him since the beach. it feels like both a relief and a dagger in his chest.

rafe leans back in his seat, running a hand through his hair as silence falls between you again. he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to fix this. sarah’s words linger in the back of his mind like a poison, making him question everything.

finally, he glances at you, his voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “do you… do you want me to take you home?” the question hangs in the air, heavy and uncertain, as he watches you for any sign of what you want, what you need from him.

“um—my mom and i kinda got into this fight,” you admit, your voice small, barely louder than the hum of the truck’s engine. “i really don’t want to be home right now.” your fingers fumble with the cap of the water bottle before you finally twist it open, the cool liquid soothing the dryness in your throat.

rafe glances at you briefly, nodding as he shifts the truck into gear. “tannyhill it is,” he says simply, his tone steady but softer than you expected.

soon, he’s reversing out of the gas station, the hum of the tires on the road filling the silence between you. you steal a glance at him, his profile illuminated by the dim dashboard lights. his grip on the steering wheel is firm, his jaw tight, but his expression is calm—focused, almost protective.

you sip your water quietly, the tension from earlier slowly starting to ebb away, replaced by a strange sense of relief. for all of rafe’s flaws, he always had a way of making you feel like, in the moment, nothing else could touch you.

as the truck cruises through the dark streets, you lean your head against the window, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment. the familiar scent of leather and cologne fills your senses, grounding you more than you care to admit.

you hadn’t been to tannyhill in a while, the last time being a couple of weeks ago with rafe. stepping inside now, you realize it hasn’t changed—it still holds that same strange sense of comfort, despite everything. the air smells faintly of cedar and something distinctly rafe, a mix of cologne and the warm musk of the house itself.

rafe walks in behind you, the sound of his shoes soft against the hardwood floor. he sets his keys down next to the coat hanger with a quiet clink, his movements uncharacteristically calm. you glance around as you step further into the house, your gaze catching the open laptop and scattered paperwork on the coffee table. clearly, he’d been in the middle of something important when you called.

you move to the outside balcony, sinking onto the couch there, the cool night air brushing against your skin. rafe follows shortly after, standing in the doorway for a moment before stepping onto the balcony.

your eyes flick back to the coffee table through the glass door, taking in the slight disarray of his work. he must’ve dropped everything the moment he heard your voice, and the thought makes your chest tighten, your heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth.

“you didn’t have to stop what you were doing,” you say softly, glancing up at him.

he shrugs, leaning against the balcony railing, his expression unreadable but his voice steady. “it’s not important. you are.”

his words linger in the air between you, and for once, you don’t overthink them. you just let yourself feel the comfort of being here, the weight of the day slowly lifting.

“rafe—” you begin, your voice soft, almost hesitant.

“yeah?” he cuts in quickly, his response sharp and immediate, like he’d been waiting on edge for you to say something. his eyes search yours, his posture tense, his mind clearly elsewhere. sarah’s words are still plaguing him, the weight of them pulling him into his thoughts.

you take a small breath, steadying yourself. “thank you,” you say, your tone even softer now. “for helping me through that.”

his expression softens slightly, and he takes a step closer before sitting down on the small table in front of you, close enough that his knees brush yours. his focus is completely on you now, and the tension in his shoulders eases just a fraction.

“it’s happened before,” you admit quietly, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, “but it’s never been that…” your voice trails off, the weight of earlier still heavy in your chest.

rafe nods slowly, understanding without needing you to finish the sentence. “i know,” he says softly, his voice steady but tinged with something that sounds like regret. his gaze holds yours, unwavering. “it’s okay. you’re okay.”

his words settle over you like a blanket, grounding you in the moment. for all his rough edges, rafe had a way of being exactly what you needed when the world felt like too much. and right now, that was more than enough.

the silence stretches between you, heavy and unspoken, until rafe finally sighs, breaking it. “i saw sarah at the store,” he says, his voice low.

your gaze lifts from your fingers, which had been nervously fiddling with the hem of your sweater. sitting up straighter, you meet his eyes, searching for something in his expression. “what did she say?” you ask softly.

he exhales sharply, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “i just want you to know,” he begins, his voice steady but tense, “she’s not mad at you. she’s mad at me.” his hand clenches into a fist, his knuckles whitening as he stares down at the floor.

“sarah…” he trails off, his jaw tightening at the mere thought of her. after a beat, he continues, his voice bitter. “she thinks i’m using you to get to her.”

the words hang in the air, and for a moment, all you can do is watch him, trying to make sense of it all. “are you?” you ask, your voice quiet but firm, your gaze unwavering as you search his face.

rafe’s eyes flicker between yours, the tension in his body palpable. his jaw works for a moment, and then he finally answers, his voice steady. “no.”

the way he says it—calm, without hesitation—makes you believe him. but the weight of everything else still lingers, making the air between you feel thick and unsteady.

“rafe, it’s fine. really, I’m over it,” you say softly, trying to keep your tone light, even though it feels like there’s a weight pressing down on your chest. “if you just want to keep it casual, then we’ll leave it at that. it was the agreement in the first place, right?”

his jaw tightens, his teeth grinding together as he struggles to keep his composure. casual. the word feels like a knife twisting in his gut because it’s the opposite of what he wants.

but admitting that to you? that’s something else entirely. he almost slipped earlier—nearly spilled everything in the middle of the gas station while arguing with sarah. but here, sitting across from you, the words feel too heavy, too risky.

rafe wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to protect you. every instinct in him screamed to keep you away from his world, to shield you from the darkness that followed him everywhere he went.

“it’s not that simple,” he mutters finally, his voice low, as if he’s talking more to himself than to you. his fists clench again, the tension in his body radiating outward. “you think this is about keeping it casual? it’s not. it’s about keeping you safe.”

his eyes flick to yours, and for a moment, the mask slips completely. there’s a raw vulnerability in his expression, something he’s been trying to keep buried. “the way i live my life… it’ll ruin you,” he says, his voice cracking slightly. “and i can’t let that happen.”

your brows knit together, a confused pout forming on your lips that almost makes him cave. “if this is about stacy thornton—”

“it’s not about stacy,” he interrupts quickly, his tone sharp but not unkind. his hands move to his face, rubbing stressfully as he exhales deeply. “the reason you saw me with her that day on the golf course… it wasn’t what you think.”

you stay quiet, your gaze fixed on him as he drops his hands and meets your eyes again. “i was trying to strike a deal with her father. cameron development is his company’s biggest competitor, and if i can get close to stacy, he won’t see me as a threat, and i could blindside him,” he explains, his voice steady but laced with frustration, as though the situation is as exhausting for him as it is for you.

his hand instinctively finds your knee, his thumb tracing gentle patterns across it, grounding himself as much as you. “i don’t want anything to do with stacy, i promise,” he says, his tone softening as he looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding.

the sincerity in his voice, the gentle touch of his hand, and the raw honesty in his confession make it harder for you to hold onto the frustration you felt before. “then why does it feel like you’re always pushing me away?” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly.

his eyes shut softly, as if he’s trying to gather any remaining resolve he can muster. his chest rises and falls with a heavy sigh before he speaks, his voice low and unsteady. “because, baby…” the nickname slips from his lips so naturally, so effortlessly, it sends a flutter through your stomach despite the weight of the moment.

“if i don’t push you away,” he continues, his eyes opening slowly to meet yours, “then i have to let you in. and i can’t do that to you.” his voice cracks just slightly at the end, the vulnerability slipping through despite his attempts to stay composed.

his hand tightens its grip on your knee for a moment, as if anchoring himself to you, his thumb still tracing gentle patterns. “letting you in means exposing you to all of it—everything i’ve done, everything i am. and you don’t deserve that.” his voice wavers, the rawness in his tone making your chest ache.

you stare at him, your heart twisting at his words. “but don’t you see?” you whisper, leaning forward slightly, your own voice trembling. “you’re not protecting me by shutting me out, rafe. you’re just hurting me more.”

his resolve crumbles completely, the weight of holding back proving too much. he sighs softly, his hand sliding from your knee to gently grip your chin, tilting your face toward his. his eyes search yours for a moment, as if asking for permission, before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

it’s not like the other times. this kiss isn’t rushed or heated—it’s careful, almost fragile, like he’s afraid it might break both of you if he lingers too long. his thumb brushes your jaw as his lips move against yours, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away.

when he pulls back slightly, his forehead rests against yours, his hand still holding your chin. his voice is barely a whisper when he speaks. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. “i just… i don’t know how else to show you.”

“show me what?” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly as you chew on your bottom lip, trying to steady yourself, trying to keep from closing the distance between you again.

rafe’s hand lingers on your chin, his thumb gently brushing your skin as his eyes bore into yours, raw and unguarded. he swallows hard, his voice breaking slightly as he finally says the words that have been clawing at him for what feels like forever.

“that i love you,” he murmurs, the confession hanging heavily in the air between you. his gaze doesn’t falter, watching your every reaction like he’s bracing himself for whatever comes next.

your breath catches in your throat, his words hitting you harder than you ever expected. the vulnerability in his voice, the way his hand shakes ever so slightly against your skin—it’s enough to shatter any walls you had left.

“well, i can piece it together, i’m a big girl,” you mutter, your words barely leaving your lips before you close the space between you, crashing your mouth against his without another thought.

rafe groans softly, his hands immediately finding their way into your hair, tangling in it as he pulls you closer. in one swift motion, he removes the hat from your head, tossing it aside like it’s in his way. his lips move against yours with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, his touch igniting a spark that makes your whole body feel alive.

“what are you doing to me, huh?” he mumbles against your lips, his voice low and gravelly, the words almost a plea.

you smile against his mouth, the smallest laugh escaping you before you pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your hands brushing lightly against his chest. “probably the same thing you’re doing to me,” you reply softly, your gaze flickering between his lips and his eyes.

a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth before he pulls you back in, kissing you deeply, as if trying to make up for all the moments he held himself back.

rafe’s kisses left you dizzy, every touch, every movement pulling you deeper into him. before you even realized it, you were rolling your hips against his, your body moving instinctively, chasing the heat building between you. breathy moans slipped from your lips against his, and his hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding your movements as you straddled him.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, his head falling back slightly as he leans into the couch, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. “doing so good f’me,” he mumbles, his voice rough with pleasure.

his words send a spark through you, making your hips move more deliberately, the friction sending shivers up your spine. rafe’s eyes never leave you, dark and hooded as he watches you attempt to bounce on him, your movements unsteady as the overwhelming pleasure takes hold of you.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tighter, helping you find a rhythm. “so fucking perfect.” his praise only spurs you on, the intensity building with every roll of your hips, every moan that slips from both your lips. the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you and the heat consuming you both.

the way you were squeezing around him had rafe’s jaw ticking, his self-control hanging by a thread. every movement of your hips sent shockwaves through him, and he was trying—really trying—not to lose himself and thrust into you, wanting to keep you comfortable.

but when he couldn’t hold back any longer, his hands gripped your waist firmly, flipping you so your back was splayed against the couch. before you could even process the shift, he grabbed one of the nearby pillows, sliding it under your lower back to lift your hips, positioning you for a deeper angle.

“trust me,” he murmured, his voice rough but tender, his lips brushing against your temple as he settled between your legs.

then he started moving, his pace firm and deliberate, each thrust pushing into you with an intensity that had you crying out, your moans matching the rhythm of his movements. your hands gripped his neck for support, nails digging in slightly as the new angle sent pleasure coursing through you in waves.

“fuck,” rafe groaned, his voice low and strained as he watched your body arch beneath him. “you feel so good, baby—so fucking perfect.” his words only amplified the heat pooling in your core, your moans turning into desperate gasps as he kept up the relentless pace, the balcony echoing with the sounds of skin meeting skin and your shared breaths.

“rafe, shit—don’t stop,” you beg, your voice trembling as your legs quiver around his waist, struggling to keep hold of him as he pounds into you. every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body arching into his as you cling to him for support.

he groans at your words, his eyes darkening as his hand slides up your body, finding its way to your neck. his fingers curl around your throat, applying just enough pressure under your jaw to make your head spin, the sensation amplifying the overwhelming heat pooling in your core.

“you like that, huh?” he mutters, his voice rough and dripping with control as he watches your face twist in pleasure beneath him. “look at you, baby, taking it so well for me.”

your eyes flutter closed as the overwhelming combination of his relentless pace and the pressure on your neck sends you spiraling closer to the edge. “rafe,” you whimper, your voice trembling, the sound barely audible over the symphony of heavy breaths and skin meeting skin.

his eyes stay locked on you, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and trembling body beneath him. his other hand moves to press firmly on your lower stomach, the added pressure making you cry out, your back arching against the couch as the sensation intensifies everything.

“fuck,” he groans, his voice gravelly as he watches your reactions, completely entranced by the way you respond to him. “you feel that?” he mutters, his hand pressing down just a little more. “feel how deep i am?”

you can only nod weakly, your moans turning into desperate, breathless gasps as your body tightens around him, squeezing with every thrust. rafe’s jaw clenches, his own composure fraying as he drives you both closer and closer to the edge, his pace never faltering.

“come on, pretty girl,” he murmurs through gritted teeth, his tone raw and commanding. “cum for me. i’ve got you.”

his words are the final push, and your body shudders as the release crashes over you. your walls convulse around his cock, pulling a deep, guttural moan from his throat. the intensity has your head spinning, and your moans dissolve into gasps as he keeps thrusting, prolonging your high even as the overstimulation starts to set in.

rafe’s hand slips from your neck, his head dropping to rest beside yours, his breath hot against your skin. his pace falters as he feels his own release building rapidly. when your cunt squeezes him tightly on a particularly deep thrust, it sends him over the edge.

“fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he spills inside of you, filling you completely. his grip on your hips tightens as he rides out the waves of his orgasm, his body trembling slightly against yours.

the room falls into a heavy silence, the only sounds the mingling of your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the crickets outside. rafe stays still for a moment, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, grounding himself before slowly pulling out to look at you, his eyes soft but unreadable.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “i didn’t mean to be rough.” his eyes scan your face intently, searching for any trace of discomfort or regret.

you let out a soft laugh, reaching up to pull his face down to yours, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. his shoulders relax, and he smiles against your mouth, the tension in his body melting away.

when you pull back, the wet sound of the kiss echoes softly in the quiet night, and a playful smirk tugs at your lips. “you’re so cute,” you tease, your voice light and full of warmth.

for the first time, you see his cheeks flush a faint shade of pink, and the sight makes you erupt into a fit of laughter. rafe huffs softly, shaking his head, but there’s a shy grin tugging at his lips that he can’t hide.

“i love you, rafe,” you say suddenly, the words falling from your lips with ease, no hesitation or doubt.

his eyes widen slightly, his expression softening as he looks at you. for a moment, he’s silent, his hand brushing against your cheek. “i love you,” he whispers, his voice rough but steady, his gaze holding yours as if to make sure you know just how much he means it.

“we’re gonna be okay,” you whisper softly, your hand coming up to caress his cheek. your thumb brushes over his skin in slow, soothing strokes, your eyes locked on his.

“yeah,” rafe murmurs, his voice dark and full of resolve, “after i kill the person who recorded you.”

your hand stills for a moment, his words making your stomach twist. you can see the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes darken at the thought, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“rafe,” you say softly, leaning closer to him, your tone a mixture of caution and reassurance. “that’s not how we should handle this. i just… i just want it to go away. i don’t want you to make it worse.”

his eyes flicker back to yours, softening slightly, though the fire in them doesn’t fully fade. “no one gets to do that to you,” he mutters, his hand coming up to cover yours on his cheek. “no one gets to hurt you and get away with it.”

you sigh, leaning your forehead against his. “we’ll figure it out. together. just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

he doesn’t answer right away, the weight of your words hanging between you. but after a moment, he nods reluctantly, his hand tightening around yours. “okay,” he finally says, his voice calm, though the tension in his tone betrays him. it’s clear he’s only agreeing to keep you at ease.

later, once you’ve fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep, rafe gently scoops you up, careful not to wake you. he carries you to his bed, tucking you under the soft duvet. his gaze lingers on your face for a moment, his expression softening as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your cheek. with a quiet sigh, he turns and closes the door behind him.

but there’s no rest for him tonight. he stalks to his office, the air around him heavy with purpose. dropping into his chair, he powers up his laptop, his jaw set as he begins sending emails and messages.

personal investigators, tech-savvy acquaintances, and anyone else who might help him track down the person responsible for the video—you’re not just a priority to him; you’re the priority.

each keystroke is filled with a quiet rage, his determination growing with every email sent. rafe won’t rest, won’t stop, until he figures out who did this to you—and makes sure they regret it.

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withwritersblock · 5 months ago

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Happier Than Ever

~Happier Than Ever by Billi Eilish~

Author's Note: requested! toxic af. it's kinda paced a bit weird, I apologize Summary: Y/N breaks up with Jack after a toxic relationship Warnings: toxic relationship! "harsh" language Word Count: 2,492 Jack Hughes x fm!reader

Her head was in her hands as she let out another sob, her vision was starting to grow blurry from the amount of tears falling from her eyes. Jack was standing across the living room, his eyes dry.

She lifted her gaze, looking towards him. He dropped his gaze towards the floor, as he crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t know what to say. He had zero idea on how to make her feel better or make the situation better. He was the reason she was sobbing. He was the reason she felt so broken.

She wiped the tears on her eyes as she stood up and began to walk towards the front door of the apartment. “Y/N, come on-” he let out. She simply raised her hand up as she continued walking towards the door. “So this is it? You’re just going to leave, like that?” he spat.

She spun around, her back leaning against the front door. “I’m so done, just leave me alone, Jack,” she let out, sobbing as she walked out of the apartment. Jack watched her leave as he clenched his jaw tightly. He rolled his eyes as he walked towards his bedroom. Luke peeked his head out of his bedroom, looking towards Jack. Jack simply flipped him off as he walked into his room.

~One Month Ago~

He reached out to her, slid into her DMs on Instagram begging for her to go out with him. She was an influencer with millions of followers on TikTok and Instagram. She lived in New Jersey despite probably having more success in LA. Jack swore he never saw anyone more beautiful than Y/N. She was gorgeous and funny and seemingly the perfect girl for him.

It only took one DM and several dates later, they were together. Social media found out quite fast as people saw them in public together. So, she decided to feed into it. Jack also agreed, it gave him more recognition and he was all for it.

She was laying in her bed, his head was on her chest as he slowly ran his hands up and down her sides. She was editing a TikTok on her phone. It was an aesthetic looking video of her going to Jack’s game. He was featured in the video a few times, surely it would get the attention of his fans.

He pressed his lips to her exposed collarbone for a few seconds before he hovered over her frame. She turned her phone off, dropping it beside her head as she met his gaze, a small grin began to form on his lips as he scanned her features. “Hi gorgeous,” he whispered before he leaned towards her, kissing her delicately. She reached her hands up and took a hold of his cheeks as he continued to kiss her softly.

“You’re coming with me to that dinner I have tonight, right?” she asked as she slowly pulled away from his lips. He simply hummed before he began to kiss down her jawline, down her neck. “I want to leave by five, it’s across town and I don’t want to be late,” he simply hummed again as he continued trailing his lips down her skin.

It was ten minutes before five and Jack was nowhere to be found. He went back to his apartment to get nicer clothes for the dinner event. She called him and it went straight to voicemail. She was sitting on her couch, simply scrolling through TikTok as her heart rate continued to elevate as she was waiting.

This was important, it was meetings with her managers about the next steps on her journey. She was meeting important people that could guide her career into a better space. She wanted to have Jack’s support, not because he was a famous hockey player, but as her boyfriend.

She opened their messages, creating a short message asking if he was on his way yet. She hit send and waited to see any gray text message bubbles pop up, but there was nothing. She tilted her head back against the couch as she felt her eyes fill with tears. Her lips quivered as she watched each minute tick by.

It was ten minutes after five and she couldn’t wait any longer. She ordered herself an Uber. She began walking out of her apartment as she called Jack again. It rang and rang, she felt her eyes continue to tear up as she was walking down the hall towards the elevator.

The call went to voicemail again, “It’s Jack, sorry I couldn’t answer the phone, I’ll give you a call when I can!” his voicemail rang out. His voice was loud and excitable. She sighed as she heard the beep.

“H-hey, I couldn’t wait anymore. I’m heading to the restaurant. Please call me,” she let out sadly as she hung up the phone. She dropped her phone into her purse as she stepped into the elevator, pressing her lips together as she clenched and unclenched her fists.

She thought about reaching out to Luke, but she knew Jack would get mad if she did. She stepped out of the elevator, feeling her feet feel a bit heavy as she walked into the lobby of her apartment, half expecting to see Jack waiting for her. He was nowhere in sight. Nodding slightly she pulled her phone out from her purse, seeing no message from Jack.

It was 5:15 now and nothing. The Uber was waiting and she sat down inside the backseat and remained quiet. The driver was polite and remained quiet after he realized Y/N wasn’t entirely excited to engage in a conversation.

It was 5:40 now and she was only ten minutes away from the restaurant when Jack began calling her. She answered on the fifth ring as she brought it to her ear, but didn’t say anything.

“Hey! So I’ll be there in like ten minutes,” he explained, excitedly.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly.

“You said be at your place at six? I’m getting in my car now-”

“No, Jack, I said five. I called and texted and you-”

“No, honey, I remember you said six,” he said passive aggressively. She clenched her jaw as she tilted her head back.

“I said five, Jack. It’s too late, just stay home,” she countered.

“Don’t get mad at me because you said the wrong time, how is that my fault?” His voice was harsh.

“I didn’t-”

“You said six, I got ready by six, how is that my fault? It’s not. So where is the restaurant? I'll try and meet you there as soon as I can,” he said while huffing.

Her lips began to quiver as she shook her head, “Stay home, Jack. I don’t want you there anymore,” she said sadly as she hung up the phone. She met the gaze of the Uber driver through the rear view mirror for only a second before she shifted her gaze out of the window towards the busy streets. He called her back instantly but she didn’t answer.

The driver pulled up towards the fancy restaurant and put the car in park. “Thank you,” she mumbled as she climbed out of the car adjusting the tight black dress on her frame. She walked into the restaurant to see her manager waiting for her.

“Hey! Where’s Jack?” Jasper said instantly. She chuckled dryly. “Sorry, you look great. I was just hoping he would be here, they’re big Devils fans,”

“Of course they are, no he’s not coming,” she said simply as the pair began walking towards the other end of the restaurant towards the gentlemen she was supposed to be meeting.

It was 6:32 and Jack walked through the door. She lifted her gaze, seeing him walk through the restaurant confidently. He had a cocky grin on his lips as he made his way towards their table. Jasper smiled widely as he saw Jack walking towards them.

“Thought you said he couldn’t come,” Jasper said excitedly, standing up from the table. Y/N clenched her jaw, her eyes filling with tears as she saw him. She blinked them away as she stood up from her chair to meet him. He happily planted a kiss on her cheek. “Fellas, this is Y/N’s boyfriend, Jack Hughes,” Jasper said.

“Oh wow, didn’t realize she was involved with the Devils superstar,” one of the older gentlemen said. Jack smiled widely as Jasper pulled a chair towards the table for him. Jack sat down beside Y/N. He rested his hand onto Y/N’s leg, rubbing his hand softly against her skin.

She kept her gaze towards her half eaten salad as she continued to tense up with his hand touching her frame. “So you and your brother seem to be turning the team around. This is exciting,"another one of the gentlemen said.

The rest of the two hour dinner was no longer about Y/N. It was about Jack. Every question and every topic was about Jack and how the Devils season was going to go.

“It was great getting to know you, Jack, and um-sorry what was your name again, Doll?” one of the gentlemen said. Y/N’s eyes widened as she raised her eyebrows. She licked her lips nervously.

“Y/N,” she said through gritted teeth, “I’m going to go wait for the Uber,” she whispered towards Jack.

“I’ll just drive you home,” Jack said back. She shook her head as she walked towards the exit of the restaurant, ignoring the rest of the people at the dinner. She was texting Jasper to not take any offer they had towards her.

It was clearly not about her, the whole dinner was not about her. Jasper specifically asked if Jack could come as Jack Hughes and not Jack, Y/N’s boyfriend.

She was angry. She waited outside of the restaurant, her arms crossed over her chest. She began crying, she didn’t know when but the tears were falling down her cheeks. He walked out, a cocky wide smile on his lips. His smile faltered slightly as he saw the tears on her cheeks.

“That went well, why are you crying?” he asked, trying to be supportive, it fell short. She rolled her eyes as she kept quiet. “What?” he asked harsher.

“I told you to stay home!” she let out.

“You wanted me there, I found a way to get here, why is that so awful?”

She huffed. “I wanted my boyfriend there! Not Jack Hughes, Devils superstar!” she let out. He laughed dryly.

“Well I’m sorry that they were bigger fans of me than you!”

Her mouth fell open as she let out a forced out chuckle, “If you showed up with me then things would’ve gone different! You had to make an entrance! You had to make it about you! It’s never about me! It’s always about you!” she let out angrily. “I needed you to be just Jack! I don’t need you to be the NHL star you all of the time. I needed you to be there for me, for fucking once!” she shouted as she saw her Uber pull up beside them.

She walked towards the back door, pulling it open.

“She’s good, I’m taking her home,” Jack shouted into the car, trying to slam the door. She took a hold of it and climbed into the backseat, locking the door instantly.

“Please just drive,” she mumbled towards the Uber driver. He nodded as they drove away, leaving Jack standing alone outside of the restaurant.

~Present Day~

She sat in her car, in the parking garage staring towards her best friend Joey’s contact. She hasn’t spoken to him in a few weeks because Jack had convinced her that she didn’t need Joey. It wasn’t all at once but she slowly stopped talking with Joey, her childhood best friend. She hit the call button and it only took two rings before he answered.

“Hey sweetie,” he said, simply excited to see Y/N calling.

“Can I come over?” she asked, a sob leaving her throat as she spoke.

“Oh my god, of course, I’ll make you a coffee,” Joey expressed as he sounded like he practically jumped into the air. “Do I need to book a rage room?” he asked, half joking but half seriously.

“I’ll let you know when I get there,” she said, a sob and a chuckle leaving her throat.

The drive to Joey’s apartment only took five minutes as she pulled into the parking garage. She entered the lobby to see Joey and his boyfriend Derek waiting for her in the lobby. Her lips began to quiver as she walked towards the pair and hugged them instantly. They squeezed her tightly to them for as long as she needed.

“I knew that pretty boy was too good to be true,” Joey mumbled as the three of them walked towards the elevator. The three of them waited inside, Joey was holding onto Y/N tightly as they reached the sixth floor.

They entered the apartment and Derek quickly walked towards the kitchen to take a hold of the freshly brewed latte. He handed it to Y/N. She gladly took a sip, her entire frame relaxing at the taste and the feeling of her best friends beside her.

“I should’ve left him last month, that was my last fucking straw but I stayed,” she let out while shaking her head, she sat on the couch, pulling the mug towards her lips.

“The dinner thing? Oh yeah that was a rough one,” Joey mumbled as he sat down beside her, squeezing her to his side. “Why’d you break it off this time?” he asked softly. Derek sat on the coffee table in front of her.

She took a deep breath, “He accused me of being with him to get more views and followers. It’s like my comment sections are entirely full of comments asking if I’m doing okay, or if I’m happy because he makes me so fucking sad that my followers are starting to ask. So if I really was with him for the views and money and followers would I seriously be that sad?” she explained.

She shook her head, “I loved him, I wanted to be happy with him but I couldn’t. I tried and stayed as long as I could,” she mumbled another sob leaving her throat. “It doesn’t make sense,” she said suddenly.

“Oh, Y/N, it makes so much sense. He was barely in your videos, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Let’s have a weekend of drinking and crying and smashing things, okay?” Derek offered. Y/N laughed, a real laugh.

“It’s always the pretty ones that turn out to be assholes, huh?” Joey mumbled as he pulled Y/N tighter to his chest.

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cheesagirl · 7 months ago

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Can you please make something like y/n losing her virginity to Gojo and when she wakes up she misunderstood that Gojo just wanted to have one night stand and as he never make contact with any of his one night stand, so y/n left writing some notes for him. But Gojo genuinely loved her and then he searched for her finding y/n passed out somewhere or finding her getting attacked by some cursed spirit.

I want to read this so much.😅 Please make it happen. 🥹

Satoru x Fem;Reader

Scenario: Listed in request

Warnings: Smut, cussing

Word count: 903 words

Side notes: I am so sorry for how late I was to do this request, I got logged out of my account for like a month :( I hope this somewhat fits what you had in mind and if not IM SORRY. Enjoy my loves, if you have any request or ideas please submit them because I love doing them❤️

You would have laughed if someone told you that you would lose your virginity to THE Satoru Gojo, the king of 'no feelings'- but here you were straddling Satoru's naked figure as he eased his hardened cock inside you. "Doing so good sweets" you hear him mutter under his breath, his hand moving up to grip the back of your neck.

You couldn't help but moan at the feeling of him. The second he had completely filled you to the brim, your back arched and a small whine escaped your parted lips. "Look at you taking me so well baby" he mumbles, forcing you to look down at the sight of him disappearing into your pussy.

"Feels so good" you babble, your head lulling onto his shoulder, earning you a quiet chuckle from Satoru.

"Yeah?" he teases, peppering small kisses onto your head. You nod, moving your hips in small circles, causing Satoru to let out a hoarse groan.

This was a horrible idea. You shouldn't be in this situation with Satoru, but you certainly weren't putting an end to it now. Tomorrow seemed so far away as you heard the lewd sound of skin hitting skin caused by Satoru bouncing you on him, hitting your cervix each time.

"Aww look at your little belly bulge" He cooed, moving his hand from your hip and pressing it against your belly, causing you to whine out in pleasure, to cock drunk to form proper words.

Tomorrow is an eternity away.

You woke up to the sound of running water and your sleepy eyes immediately widened in panic. Fuck, tomorrow was here, and the anxiety hit you like a train.

Gojo was never one to keep his hookups around long. You had heard stories of him sending the girls off in taxis, never bothering to text them afterward and the realization hit you. You were about to be one of those girls, you had given your virginity to a man who was going to send you off in a fucking taxi.

You quickly sit up in the bed, sliding out of it and scavenging for your clothes, and putting them on. You then grab a sticky note and pen from his desk located in the corner of the room and right a quick 'Last night was great, thank you' quickly signing off with a little heart. You were going to rip the band-aid off and leave without being asked, a weak attempt to save your dignity. You snatch your purse from the nightstand and hurry out the front door.

You were exhausted to say the least, you and Satoru had been up all night and the lack of sleep was starting to hit you as you sat on a bench in a park, eyes drooping closed. It was a busy park, children played as their parents conversed, you didn't see any problem in one quick little nap.

Satoru was surprised and even a little butt hurt when he opened the bathroom door to find an empty bed. He knew what people said about him and some of the rumors did have some truth behind them, but you weren't a one-night stand. Satoru adored you, fuck Satoru loved you. He loved your voice, your face, everything. He wasted no time throwing on a coat and rushing out the door, throwing the note he had left him onto the coffee table on the way out.

"Y/n, answer the phone please", He pleads, sending yet another voicemail to your phone. Suddenly the thought hit him, you had mentioned how you loved the park so much ever since you were a little girl. He didn't know for sure if he'd be there, but he was growing desperate, so he eagerly made his way towards the playground.

When he arrived, Satoru instantly furrowed his eyebrows at the sigh of the familiar cost you always wear, hood up, sitting on a bench. 'What the hell' he muttered to himself, quickening his pace towards him. He frowned even more when he saw how red his nose and cheeks were.

"y/n" he says softly, shaking you slightly. "Time to wake up baby," he adds, patting your cold cheek gently.

Your eyes flutter open, squinting in confusion at the sight of the blue-eyed man in front of you.

"Satoru?" you mumble, sitting up quickly. "I don't know what on earth you are thinking about sleeping on a bench y/n" He scolds, helping you stand properly. You were just about to explain yourself when he cuts you off again.

"You're going to catch a cold y/n" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed by the situation.

"I didn't think you'd want me there when you woke up" you mumble, looking down at your feet while anxiously fidgeting with your fingers.

To your surprise, you felt his warm hands cup your cheeks and your face was lifted to where his eyes met yours.

"Oh sweets, I'd never want you to go away," he whispered, his brows knitted together in concern. "I'd have you with me all the time if I could."

You searched his eyes for something--anything to hint at some sort of regret, but what you found was complete and utter adoration for the girl standing in front of him, with her little red cheeks.

"Let me take you out on a proper date y/n-- please

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Thanks for reading babes ❤️

The song lowkey doesn't go with the first part BAHAHA

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http-paprika · 7 months ago

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BLUE / simon riley

my very, very late submission for @glitterypirateduck simon "ghost" riley challenge. this was heavily inspired by the new billie eilish song of the same title because I thought it fit him so well. i used the prompts "face touching", "the heat goes out and it's freezing", and "a confession is made"

simon ghost riley x female reader / 1106 words / contains angst, alcohol, and smoking

WITH every patron that hurried into the bar, cold and snow blew in with them—leaving those even in the darkest corners of the bar chilled and draining down more liquor. The drink spilled through her veins, warm and potent as she waited another hour, shrunk away in the shadows with her cost pulled tight. Simon wasn't coming, she knew better than to keep waiting for him.

Finishing her glass of whiskey, she lets it sting her throat the same way the tears in her eyes did. With remorse, she sets the glass down and rises from her chair. Through the crowded bar of happy couples and friends, someone's celebrating a birthday, another girl is sobbing in the corner with her friends trying their best to comfort her. The whole room pulses with life, feelings, love, and hate and she can't seem to find herself amongst the crush of emotions. Dull, apathetic, and removed as she slinks out of the door and into the blue moon night.

Winter still holds a fierce grip over Manchester, spilling white flurries in the air as she walks down the quiet streets with a cigarette to warm her from the cold. If he were there, they'd be sharing the smoke and she'd be warmed by the blushed haze that always befell her when their hands brushed exchanging the cigarette.

Her hand fumbles with her phone, the bright, blue light warning her of how late it was. But even with the early shift she had in the morning, she loiters along her route imagining he’ll be waiting by her flat like Simon would sometimes do. Giving her the delusion that he cared enough to come looking for her, even if he couldn't be bothered to grab drinks with her.

Despite all logic telling her not to bother with a call, she finds the number that she's left a hundred voicemails for. Sounding desperate and pathetic with every call as she tries to convince him into calling her back.

“Hi, Simon. It's me… again. I'm just calling to check in, I haven't heard from you in a week and I just want to make sure you're alright. Okay, I'm going to go, I'm at my flat. Call me, please.” The sound of the voicemail being replayed causes her to cringe, maybe he'd never hear it like he never hears the rest. Maybe he's got a new number, that was the type of thing someone as shifty as Simon would do. But she can't find reason in his sudden absence, no foreseen notice of a deployment or mission. No text to tell her he'd be unavailable. Nothing.

When she rounds the gate into her apartment complex, she can see in the low light of the second-floor walk, the lone figure waiting in front of her door even though he had the keys. Burly hands shoved into the worn pockets of his jacket with head tilted down as she climbed the stairs to join him.

She didn't need to see Simon’s face to know that he was thinking. Always thinking about the past he refused to tell her about. One that she could only dream up, trying to picture what had happened to turn him into the man he was. The man who she desperately tried to get over, but couldn't move on from.

“I waited for you. It's the third Wednesday of the month, or did you just forget?” She asks, stubbing out the cigarette on the melt railing. The frame creaks as her fist tightens around it in frustration. “Simon?”

“Was busy with work, forgot to call.” He shrugs, pushing his hood back and shaking out his dark blond curls. A rough, wartorn face that she'd memorized like the back of her hand. It was so enticing to her, mesmerizing with his pale lashes and dark haunted eyes. The type of man that kept her safe at the bar and kept her up at night in stress.

“You're always busy.” She holds back a scoff, knowing arguing never got anywhere with Simon. He'd go silent with every accusation she'd throw, leaving her intimidated and guilty for yelling. Even if she knew he deserved it.

“It can't be helped. Times are tough.” Simon responds, his eyes trailing over her as she moves to unlock the flat. Fumbling with the lock like she did with the phone until his hand reached out and steadied her grasp. He leads her into the apartment like it was his own, with an empty place on the coat rack for his jacket, and a spot next to all of her shoes for his boots. An indent left throughout her home for whenever he'd find it in him to return.

“Would you like a drink?” She asks, still feeling the need to play hostess as if he were a stranger visiting for the first time. At the edge of her seat waiting expectantly for a response and reaction.

“Sure.” He shrugs, pulling off the cloth mask as she shuffles into the small kitchen. Tiny enough that when he joins her there's tension as she tries not to bump into him. Pretending like she wasn't up the night before craving the warmth he gave, the firm touch of his hands, when her space heater died.

“I am sorry, love. I'll be there next time, I promise.” Simon apologizes, watching as avoids his presence like the plague. She chewed the inside of her cheek, knowing that she'd accept this apology like she'd done before. Knowing full well he never changed, and she’d never ask him to.

He reached out, sensing her indifference, and cupped her cheek in his calloused hands. That touch always turned her into mush, clay for him to mold to his will and whims. She knew it was pathetic how easily she swayed for him, knew that her friends always criticized her for being so weak-willed. But how could she possibly say no to him when he always came back, even if it was days late? Wasn’t she better off with him than trying to find someone else to love, wasn’t the heartache worth it?

“You could do so much better than me, sweet girl. Sometimes I wish you would.” Simon confesses, his voice low and full of regrets. He turns his head down towards her, wrapping her close in his arms, taking the glass of water out of her hand, and setting it down.

Her mouth opens to speak, but no words form when she realizes she’s just as guilty as him. She’d never change, he’d never change. Together, they’d stay unmoving, frozen in the longest, blue winter.

#glitterypirateduck #cod challange #ghostchallenge #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #ghost #fanfic #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x f!reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley

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portals-posts · 7 months ago

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So What Now?

2018!Billie eilish x fem!"nepobaby"reader

Angst(ig?)

a/n:

Summary: Y/n hasn't been answering Bilies calls, Why?(based on another tt i found!)

TT cred: sotobilsgf

"Y/n is ignoring me" Billie said fiddling with her rings while looking out her car window. "How long?" Maggie asked, looking at billie. "For like two week now" Billie repiled. "Is she mad?" Maggie asked only to get a shrug back. "She may just need a break billie", " If you really love someone you don't need a break" She said before take a bite from her buritto. "If she wanted to leave you she would have said it", Maggie said glancing at her phone before look back at billie. "She's important to me, I don't want her to leave" bilie said in response to her mom with a slightly worried face. "Well has she posted?" Maggie asked,throwing out ideas. Billie shrugged yet agian not knowing. Without any further advice from her mom, billie looked back out the window, waiting to get home.

Once they got home, Billie went straight to her red lit room, flopped onto her bed and went on her phone to see if you had posted. And you did,yesterday and a few hours after she had called you.

*What was posted(or an idea)

Captions:

Photo #1: The outdoors is my home🫀

Photo #2: A new baby in my collection🥰🍰

Billie seeing these posts was confused yet upset, Why weren't you answering her calls or texts. Were you mad? Billie decided to call you again but leave a voicemail if you didn't answer.

"Hey babygirl, you aren't answering my calls or texts. I just want to know if your all good, If were all good. Just call me back when you can mamas, I love you." Billie ended the voicemail and tossed her phone onto the end of her bed before heading to her brothers room to get her mind off of this.

a/n: I hope you like this!!! Might make a second part if yall would like! 🫀

#billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #shifting realities #reality shifting #billie eilish imagine

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mrvlxgrl · 5 months ago

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I'm home alone, you're God knows where

○ Rafe Cameron x gf!Reader

○ warnings: angst, full of spelling mistakes 😭 !! English is not my first language!!

○ inspired by: billie eilish-bored

○ pls tell me what do you think!🥹 (reblog if you can)

○ not my gif

He didn’t come home again, like he promised he would. It was currently 2:00 am, you were waiting for him at home all day.

You didn’t know what was his problem, but the past few weeks was horrible for you, you suffered mentally and he wasn't there for you. You were together for 2 and a half year but you never seem him behave like this.

He came home later than usual, and he slept till noon. You have of course tried to talk to him, but he just pushed you away everytime. He said he was fine and he just want to have a good time with his friends, he never even once asked you to go with him.

Sometimes he came home drunk or high, you didn’t like it all, he said he'll change.(he didnt)

Last night he promised that he will be home for dinner and you belived him, you spent hours to make the perfect dish, but he didn’t cared to call you or even text to you all day.

You wanted a nice dinner with you boyfriend, wanted to talk about his behavior, wanted to try solve the problems in your relationships.

It was like he didn’t love you anymore, the thought broke your heart.

Everyone told you that he was not good for you, that he was gonna break your heart, your friends your parents, your siblings damn even his sister. But you didn’t belive them, no you couldn't you love(d) him too much.

You sighed, that's it, you gonna try and call him again, and if he is not going to answer you couldn't stay home alone anymore. You gonna go back to your parents house.

You wish everything was like it was at the beginning of your relationship.

You took your phone from the nightstand and looked for his contact. It was ringing, but no answer came. It connected to the voicemail. With a sigh you collected your thoughts before started to speaking.

"Rafe its me again, you promised you will be finally home with me, but you didn’t even texted me. Anyways if you not gonna be home by 1pm and we're not gonna have a long conversations about your behavior and all the things you did, I-i am going to move back to my-my parents."

And after the last words you were sobbing, and cried yourself to sleep.

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○A/n: do not copy my work!! Tell me what you think🥹🥲

#mrvlxgrl #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe obx #obx

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telail · 1 year ago

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I love you. - p.s.h

tags: death, heartbreak, angst, ateez drabbles, wc 270

a/n: i was listening to hotline by billie eilish and it made me think of this kind of scenario.. listen to it while u read for full effect.

"Hello?"

You'd talk for hours on end about anything and everything. Up until the early hours of the morning where you knew you'd have to hang up to get even a knick of rest.

You often never got to see each other in person due to the schedules of your daily lives but there was always time for a call at the end of your days.

"How was your day?"

His phone lit up his ringtone a steady chime, only one person would be calling at this hour.

Just you, every time his phone would ring around this time he'd know it was you.

"I love you."

Every call would end with an exchange of affection never another word said past "I love you."

The line was cut after those 3 words were spoken by either of you.

"Sorry I missed your call, leave a message."

Your voicemail rang through his ears for the 3rd time that night.

You were missed, he missed you. More than anyone would know.

His heart ached without your voice soothing his mind during the late hours of the night.

He needed you, your love, but as long as you were gone, so was that.

His tears stained his cheeks permanently even when he wasn't crying, night after night he would call you just to hear your voicemail over again.

Until your line was eventually cut.

"The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service."

"I love you."

he'd whisper, his world fading as the tune of his phone hanging up rang through his head one last time.

#seonghwa #ateez #ateez seonghwa #angst #ateez x reader #ateez angst #Spotify #heart break

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racinginchid3nt · 1 year ago

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Happier Than Ever | Part Five

Y/N x Pierre Gasly, Y/N Best Friend x Lance Stroll

Whirlwind romances with professional athletes certainly have their perks, or do they?

Inspired by Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

Warnings:

Previous | Next

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Sunday night Y/N texted to let you know that she had moved up her flight and gone home. Rushing to call her, your message went straight to voicemail, a sign that she had turned her phone off.

It took three more days before Y/N Best Friend returned your calls.

“Y/N I am so relieved to here your voice. I know that you prefer to handle things on your own, but please please never do that to me again.”

“I’m sorry.” She said.

“You’re sorry? Babe you didn’t do anything wrong. You have nothing to be sorry about. Are you okay?”

“Physically or mentally?” She asked.

“Both!”

“I have a broken rib and had to get stitches in my foot.”

“What do you need me to do? I can get on a plane right now! Do you need me to order you groceries to your apartment? How can I help until I get there?” You asked.

“No no don’t come! You don’t need to come.”

“I DO need to come. Someone needs to take care of you Y/N!”

“Someone already is…” She whispered.

“Y/N what does that mean?”

“Lance is here.”

“Lance is where?”

“Lance is here. In Barcelona. In my apartment right now.”

“Lance is at your apartment?” You asked, the shock evident in your voice.

“Uh yeah, he showed up Sunday night out of nowhere and he forced me to the clinic.” She replied.

“Remind me to send Lance a fruit basket.” You laughed.

The two of you chatted a bit longer, you repeatedly asking if she was sure that you didn’t need to rush to her side. Wrapping up the call, you made her promise to text you at least once a day, or you would barge into her apartment like Lance had.

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Sunday

The Italian GP had been incredible. While you certainly couldn’t root for Max, watching him win his tenth race in a row had been exhilarating. And the back and forth between Charles and Carlos towards the end had been some of the most exciting racing you had seen all season.

Pierre’s race had gone poorly, the Alpines both running bad. Lance has done even worse, earning himself a P16. He had avoided you all weekend, despite your repeated attempts to thank him for helping Y/N Best Friend. You hoped you could corner him after media, a task he couldn’t skip. But as the interviews wore on and he failed to show up to the media pen, you wondered if he was skipping? Could he do that? If anyone was able to I guess it would be him. He could afford to pay whatever fee the FIA imposed on him.

As you watched the rest of the after race interviews, you couldn’t help but smile looking at Charles. It had been a hard season for the Ferrari diver, and you couldn’t remember the last time he had seemed genuinely happy after a race despite not landing on the podium.

That was where Pierre found you after his press duties. He grabbed your hand and kissed you heavily, taking your breathe away. Dazed you failed to look up at him, missing the angry look on his face as he dragged you back to the paddock.

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The two weeks between races passed in relative ease. You and Pierre returned to his home in Milan for the short break.

He spent the time working out harder than ever, cycling in the sauna and racing on the sim. Singapore was known for its oppressively warm humid weather every year, and the drivers often went above and beyond to prep for it.

As soon as you stepped off the plane you were sweating. You had never experienced weather link this, and you hoped that the fact that the race was at night would mean it would be a bit more mild.

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Thursday

You woke up in the hotel room alone on Thursday morning. Checking your phone you saw it was already past lunch, the jet lag having taken its effect on your sleep schedule.

Pulling out your phone, you saw a text.

Replying to his text you out your phone away and made you way to the shower to get ready for the rest of the day.

You spent an hour video calling Y/N Best Friend, talking about the race weekend and what you had planned. This was the longest you had spoken to her since the last race, and it was nice to see her, even if it was through the phone.

When you brought up how she had spent the last two weeks with Lance, a small smile graced her face.

“You so like Lance.”

“It’s not like that.”

“I don’t know why you’re lying! It is totally like that. You LIKE LIKE him Y/N Best Friend! You smile whenever I mention him.” You chastised.

A blush colored her cheeks, supporting your theory even more.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to get too attached to him is all.” She replied.

“I think it’s a little late for that Y/N Best Friend. He’s obviously attached to you.”

“No he’s just being a friend.”

“Babe, friends don’t take private jets to their friends houses and move themselves in for days at a time to make sure their friends are okay.”

As you thought through your statement, a feeling of regret came over you.

“Hey Y/N Best Friend?”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to Barcelona. I love Pierre and traveling and everything that comes with it, but I hate that it means I wasn’t there for you.”

“Y/N…. I know. There’s a reason I didn’t tell you that I left Saturday night. I just needed some time to really process on my own. Please don’t feel bad about it.”

She quickly turned the conversation to something lighter, discussing the upcoming race and what you were planning to wear.

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“Babe? Are you here?” Pierre’s voice called out.

“Yeah in here!”

He walked up to you, giving you a gentle kiss.

“Did you get up to anything fun today?”

“No I’ve been hanging out in the room. I talked to Y/N Best Friend for a bit but that’s all.” You replied.

“Do you want to go do something fun?” He asked, eyes twinkling.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise! Change into some workout clothes.”

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Pierre had a called for a car to bring you to the surprise while you changed. Sliding into the backseat, he closed the door behind you, before joining you in the backseat.

The car ride took about 20 minutes, going through the city and into the surrounding smaller towns. As you went further and further from the hotel, you wondered where you could be going.

The car stopped in a gravel parking lot, trees and foliage surrounding the area. Pierre opened the door from you, whispering something to the driver, before grabbing a backpack from the trunk of the car. As you looked around at the signs you saw km markers, and arrows pointing in various directions.

“Where are we?” You asked.

“We’re going on a hike.” He replied, smiling.

The hike in its entirety took only 25 minutes, only a few kilometers in length. The two of you chatted as you walked, talking about what had happened at media day and how excited Pierre was for some of the changes made to the car for the race.

The further you walked, the trees started to clear and lead to an opening. As you got closer, Pierre reached for your hand, dragging you towards the edge of the trail. You were standing on the top of a small hill, overlooking the coastline.

He stopped and opened up the backpack, pulling out a small blanket and laying it out. He reached inside and pulled out a small cooler. He had packed for a picnic, sandwiches, bottled water, and some type of cake. When you finished your sandwiches, you turned your focus to dessert.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Pandan cake. The green comes from the pandan.” He replied.

The taste was unlike anything you had ever tried. Coconuty and hints of banana flavor.

“Where did you find this?” You asked.

He launched into a story about a video that they had filmed that morning for the alpine socials, trying various foods from Singapore and rating them on a scale of 1-10.

You carried on with your chatting, watching the Sun begin to set over the horizon.

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A/N: I got multiple messages from people who were NOT happy with Pierre’s behavior. Do we think this makes up for it at all?

Also, if you haven’t yet read the Lance Stroll x Y/N Best Friend story line yet, you can find part one here

#f1 fanfic #lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll x you #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #f1

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moralesluvr · 22 days ago

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WORKIN’ DAY AND NIGHT | b. eilish.

billie was supposed to be home an hour ago.

it bothered you so bad when she stayed out late and didn’t tell you that she wasn’t gonna be home, mostly because it made you feel stupid, just as you did currently— you had been up waiting for her for nearly three hours, and embarrassment was the only thing you felt now.

you texted and called, of course, but she never answered. the phone would ring a few times and then ship you right off to her voicemail. if you were being honest, the last three phone calls you made were only because all you wanted to hear was her soft voice and her sweet laugh.

“hey, it’s billieee! i can’t come to the phone right now, obviously— so just leave a message for me, and i’ll call you back. love you, take care— finneas, shut up! i’m recording my voicemail— wait, how do i turn this shit off? wait, okay, bye for real this time.”

the line went dead as you hung up the one-sided phone call. you were sad now, tears beginning to gloss over your eyes when you slithered underneath the covers of your bed, billie’s scent still lingering on the pillows and in the sheets. you laid on your side and cut off the lamp next to you, grabbing your phone and aimlessly scrolling on social media to distract your mind.

the truth was, you had a really shitty day for a multitude of reasons, and all you really wanted was to compensate for that by spending some time with your girlfriend. however, she clearly had other plans— she was in the studio with finneas and it was making you upset that she hadn’t even checked in.

frustration was what brought you to tears, not sadness. you wiped your eyes harshly and shut your phone off, sinking deep into your mattress and attempting to fall asleep, though your heart and mind were racing. you tossed and turned with the hope that the physical exertion would make you sleepy, but it did nothing but make you full of more adrenaline.

you literally tossed and turned for an hour and a half until you heard the door fly open, watching billie come through it and flicker on a small lamp on your nightstand. she was out of breath, and immediately slipped her shoes and clothes off to where she was nothing in a tank top and her underwear.

“y/n, baby— i’m so so sorry i didn’t check in, me and finneas were fucking some taco bell up and then we got so distracted with the production that i…” billie paused, now standing idle in front of you as you sat up to look at her with teary eyes. “i guess i just…i forgot.”

you laid back down in your spot in the bed as billie sat at the edge of it, putting her hair in a quick bun and grabbing some aquaphor from the drawer next to her. as she put it on her lips, she shot you a heartbroken expression, “i’m sorry baby. please talk to me…i-i feel horrible.”

“just wish you would’ve remember that i existed. enough to at least send a text.” you whispered, clearly hurt by the way your voice cracked a little when you spoke. warm tears began running down your cheeks and billie immediately scooped you up, pulling you into her lap as she laid on the covers. she pulled the duvet over you and then grabbed your face with a free hand, an apologetic expression transcribed all over her face.

“no, angel— that’s not it at all, you’re so very important to me and of course i remembered you existed. but i was just so focused on writing that i wasn’t even on my phone, but i wont let it happen again, okay? i’m gonna always put my baby first. because i love you.”

“i love you too, bils.” you murmured as she smiled, grabbing both sides of your face tightly and peppering kisses all over your skin. you groaned at first, but you secretly loved it— how soft and affectionate she got when the two of you were alone and in your quiet space together.

she kissed you once more, softly against the lips, before pulling away and rubbing your thigh underneath the blanket, “tomorrow i’m gonna make up for my mistake. we’re gonna go downtown and get food on me, and then i’m gonna take you shopping and spoil the fuck ‘outta you.”

you giggled at that, nodding your head and resting it on billie’s chest as you felt a wave of sleepiness wash over you. the last thing you felt was your girlfriend toying with your hair before you were drawn to sleep.

“sweet dreams, babygirl.”

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author-isation · 1 month ago

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when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this to 10 of your favourite followers ♡

Voicemail by Løvesick

Az Otthon itt van by Roy&Ádám

Birds of a feather by Billie Eilish

Round and Round by HEISE

Red Sun by Jason Charles Miller

#I only have three followers and two of them are my sisters

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lilgaeguli · 8 months ago

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[ pairing ] ex-boyfriend ! Seonghwa x f!reader

[ sinopsis ] It will always be in the same place, same number, same floor. You knew who to call in the middle of the night.

[ wc ] 3.6k

[ genre ] smut, agnst & cheating

[ warning ] unprotected and a bit of rough Sex, kinda creampie, oral ( f receiving ), mention of pet names, bondage, bit of spanking, some dacryphilia(?), overstimulation, and I so sorry if I forgot something.

[ song recommendation ] It Will Rain — Bruno Mars, Happier Than Ever — Billie Eilish, 5 Stars — CL, Die for you — The Weeknd and Needed Me — Rihanna.

[ n/a ] This is the first time I post here, I'm used to writing with longer plots. I would also like to let you know that English is not my first language, although I am fluent. I apologize for any errors. Good reading!

[ ! ] Everything written here is merely fictional and does not represent the artist mentioned.

It was never too late, not for Seonghwa. The polaroids in his closet didn't lie, and the recent calls on your history confirmed it.

What held that relationship together? It wasn't love, it couldn't be. No more. That's why you pushed him away. You didn't need it, but you wanted it anyway. Okay, you weren't the only one.

Boredom consumed your time, which seemed to never pass. Even your cellphone cheered you up that day, and no matter how many times you unlocked the screen, you couldn't find notifications from your boyfriend. What if he forgot you? Didn't he have a measly 5 minutes to send you an “I love you”?

Standing still, staring at the TV light against the walls, every hair on your arms stood up as a cold breeze hit you. It was just the window open once again. You dropped the blanket over your legs, touching your bare feet to the floor. Walked hugging your own arms to the window then closing it. The dots on your skin became tactile, perhaps your loneliness too — miserable.

"Screw this"

Forgotten in a cupboard was the bottle of wine you had received for Valentine's Day. He said it was best saved for a special occasion. This was one, you were celebrating yet another date alone. You filled a cup until it overflowed. The liquid burned your throat, reminding you of a wound without a scar. Another winter arriving brought back the memory of a warm spring full of memories. Your heart sank, you wouldn't do this sober, but you tried, you called your boyfriend several times, all of them went to voicemail. You curled up on the sofa, staring at that lonely glass under the coffee table, sure that everything was going wrong.

A thousand thoughts passed through your head and certainly all with zero basis. The only thing that emptied your mind was looking at the bright numbers on the wall, it was getting late and loneliness was looking for you. But you knew who to call.

You picked up the cell phone from the large sofa, already understanding the recurring pattern, your fingers typing without thinking twice.You knew, he did too.Your heart didn't even yearn for an answer anymore, in a few minutes there he was curled up between your legs.

– I thought you wouldn’t answer – liar. You know he always answers – where are you?

Twirling the strands of your hair around the tip of your finger, you smiled contentedly, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes”, was always the answer and this time it was no different.

You took a deep breath, feeling a burden lift off your shoulders.

Waited restlessly looking at every corner of the house, remembering each place where you were brought to your peak of pleasure and wondering what else you could do. It wasn't your fault, right? It was his.

Their fault.

Cracking suddenly became more audible. Damn it. The rain closed the sky accompanied by the sunset. The flow of people on the streets gradually decreased, everyone running from the rain that came without warning. Would he still come? Walking in circles you mentally asked for the rain to stop until the cell phone answered your prayer, “I'm at your door” was enough. What was once a concern has become lust.

With hurried steps you went to the door, fixing your hair before opening it.

– It took longer than last time – his damp hair on his forehead darkened the irises of his eyes even more

Without the need for a verbal response you let an impulse guide you pulling him in, joining their lips shamelessly. It was like a chemical with a unique formula that you had, an addiction without recovery. He didn't care about fucking you while you were wearing your ugliest sweater, much less what your boyfriend would think if he found out. You helped him get rid of his wet jacket, leaving it right there on the floor. Holding his cheeks, they deepened that warm kiss, taking advantage of the situation, you slipped your hands under the tight t-shirt he was wearing, feeling his abdomen, urging him to take it off.

Hastily separating your faces, he got rid of the piece, stopping only to admire your red lips, proudly returning to his task, attacking your mouth again. Taking you in his lap and walking to the sofa, laying you down carefully, taking off your warm sweater, getting a view of your naked breasts, admiring you like a piece of the most perfect sculpture. Excitedly, you intertwined your legs and hips. Maybe it was necessity, maybe it was homesickness, or one consequence of the other, but it was uncontrollable.

Everything was going too fast, realizing something unusual, Seonghwa felt a bitter taste appear in his mouth. Clearly displeased, he walked away licking his lips.

– Were you drinking, y/n?

Already feeling an argument brewing, you got up, irritated, picking up your sweater from the floor and holding it in your lap. Shit, once again the moralism began, as if the whole situation wasn't immoral enough.

– it was just a little. Why do you care about this?

The fog present in his mind always prevented Seonghwa from thinking rationally, but it didn't make him stupid. He walked in front of you, biting his lip to contain his sarcastic smile. Even angry, the son of a bitch looked fucking beautiful.

– How can you ask me that? I used to do this before whenever we argued instead of talking. It seems like it's a way of avoiding me, or what I have to say.

He approached slowly, it wasn't the same man with a passion in his eyes who walked through your door. Apprehensively, you took steps back, but never without lowering your head. That was you. His back hit the wall, taking advantage of the opportunity he placed one of his arms on the wall, taking the other hand to your neck, stroking his length. You would listen to him this time whether you wanted to or not.

– Why do you keep calling me if I seem so indifferent to you? – His speech sounded with a hoarse purr warming you insides – what was it? Is your love worn out? Or do you just want a good fuck? – He questioned, brushing his thumb against your lower lip.

It was so strange, his unstable emotions were projected onto his face. He wanted to be angry with you, he really wanted to, but that wasn't his way. However, he wasn't that different from you. It was always what kept the connection between you.

– what the fuck, Seonghwa! Stop complaining. You came. You speak as if you don't want that either.

You growled, raising your voice, swallowing hard to get rid of the lump that gradually formed in your throat.

– You overestimate your feelings so much. If you are dissatisfied, just don't answer my calls. Stop trying to correct me by trying to show me what would be best for me.

Your body repelled his own speech. What were you referring to?

Once again, that ironic smile of his. Even if it was a simple act, it always took you seriously. It was always the same reasons, same lessons but neither of them ever learned. Ignorantly he pulled the sweater from your hands throwing it on the floor making the muffled sound echo in the cold room.

– So take off your clothes, let me love you the right way.

He brought your faces closer until you could feel each other's warm breath and began a kiss slowly, breaking the tension that formed on your face, but this time you could feel resentment on his lips. His strong hands slid from his waist under your soft skin, he calmly pulled down your loose shorts, when you just wanted to feel him right away, without too much foreplay or fighting first. Stupid. Have you forgotten how Seonghwa used to act? Even more angry. He would fuck your head until you could only desperately ask for him.

He knelt in front of you, spreading your legs apart, always keeping his eyes focused on yours as if asking for permission. He ran his fingers under your covered slit.

– My favorite cumslut is always so perfect to me – he purred.

Excitement returned to circulate in your bloodstream with each simple touch of his, stimulating your clitoris, wetting the tissue that covered it. You thrust your hips forward, rubbing against his fingers as he seemed to slow down his movements. His red lips seemed to call you.

– Please, Hwa… – begged, wanting to feel yourself filled

He was on the right path.

He pulled down your panties, finally passing his tongue under your slits. He started slow movements with his tongue and small sucks leaving subtle marks on your needy pussy. That feeling rising to your stomach. The obscene sound filled his ears, it was sweet, each low moan that left his throat made you even more thirsty. That sight was one of the most beautiful you've ever seen. His eyes are so submissive, his hair messy and lips glossy. The cold tip of his nose gave you a shiver every time it touched his skin.

He felt his two fingers invade you suddenly. It was inevitable that a muffled groan escaped your throat. Little by little he followed a rhythm, increasing the speed at which he penetrated you, sucking her clitoris. You grabbed his hair, moving your hips trying to cause even more friction.

Your legs were about to give out, getting very close to their peak when Seonghwa simply abandoned you — scoundrel!

You protested slyly, pressing your thighs together as your pleasure faded. He stood up expressively, running his fingers over the tip of his tongue, tasting its taste.

– Damn, seonghwa! You're doing it again – complaining between your teeth, resting your forehead, lightly punching his chest, not controlling your own frustration.

He was making you create expectations just to destroy them. Without escaping a single word, he held your waist, taking his free hand to your chin, caressing your lips with his thumb.

– I know what you want, but I want to hear you begging – he held your jaw, moistening his lips – I promise to make your bed an ocean.

This was the basis of his fantasies, destroying your ego by making you nothing more than a desperate slut for his cock. Frustration crept across your skin, his eyes burned bright. You would have to let guard down, y/n.

– I… I really want to cum. Please, Seonghwa – you mumbled – do whatever you want with me just for tonight – added, giving a proud look.

It was this girl that Park Seonghwa had fallen in love with. Your words gnawed at his senses, giving freedom to every wildest part of him to awaken. A reckoning. Roughly he grabbed your thighs and held you in his lap, walked to the room and laid down on your bed. He enjoyed every feature of your delicate face, gave two weak slaps to your right cheek, releasing air through his nose.

– Oh sweet girl, you gonna fucking hate me – shit, his voice is so exciting

He fixed your hair, placing a loving kiss on your forehead and stood up, untying the belt, a shock that ran through your body.

– Don't worry, angel. I'll not spank you with this. I would rather leave my hands on your skin. – He said in an attempt to calm you down – turn around and kneel down.

It would have worked if his eyes weren't exuding a dark aura. You obeyed, turned to him, knelt down, sitting on your own legs. Not being able to see him move, you just felt his breath on your neck while he moved your hair to the side. Your wrists were caught and tied very tightly together, the material of the belt caused some uncomfortable friction on your skin but nothing that would hurt. Without any care he rested your torso on the mattress holding your wrists. Your body shuddered as he felt his cock sliding into his wet holes — this was getting more and more exciting.

Slowly you felt your insides being filled, perfectly receiving every inch of him moaning heavily. He started his thrusts slowly, but gradually increased his speed. Your uneven breathing against the sheet contributed to his excitement.

– You look so beautiful in this angle – he said, placing a perfectly marked slap on your ass.

You bit your own lip, mentally cursing when you felt your skin pinch. The eager sound of your hips clashing together with his hoarse moans will haunt your head at unwanted moments. An anxiety mixed with agony flowed through your body, stopping at your belly, unconsciously opening your mouth letting what was stuck in your throat free itself. The only thing that disturbed you was not being able to see his face, he always looked so beautiful while cumming, you were always proud thinking about your good work.

He grabbed your hair, twisting it in his own hand, squeezing it tighter, you murmured at the crude act.

– shit, Seonghwa. What are you doing? – Questioned, choking on your own breath.

– shut up. I’m fucking you like you deserve – he teased, pulling your hair hard enough to lift you off the mattress a little.

Feeling your peak approaching, you dug your nails into the palms of your own hands. Observing this, Seonghwa let go of your hair, bringing you a momentary relief and decided to change the positions a little. He grabbed your arms lifting you, on your knees not only were your bodies pressed together but your most sensitive spot was being hit harder. Your arms together were starting to tingle from the tightness and position but your senses were suspended each time his cock slid into you. Deep down you knew that no one else could fuck you as well as him. He was the one who knew his body as if it were his private property.

Suddenly your body failed, unable to support your own weight, he took you to the limit, finally that sublime sensation flooded your senses. His insides heated up as his cum stuffed you.

– You are such a pathetic bitch. Look at you, I bet you can barely reason – he growled

In fact, your body seemed to have been destroyed but terribly empty. Slowly he laid you on your side, resting your back. You closed your eyes and sighed until you felt him invade you again.

– you didn’t think I was finished, right?

He started to thrust into you with more force, holding your waist and forcing one of your legs up, adjusting to you.

– Always making me fall for your lies. Does he know this? Does he know how dirty you are?

What was he saying? His nerves started to bubble, but you felt so guilty for enjoying it. A storm of questions began to surround your mind, as that impending agony grew on your body. Your little pussy was suddenly so sensitive to the point of making you want to scream. You swallowed, staring at him with your mouth open. A sudden urge to cry took over you, even though you tried, you couldn't control the tears.

– Hwa… please wait.

You low grunts instigated him even more. Another painful slap hit your ass. Torture. He moaned lower, unraveling inside your hot interior. His legs almost closed in spasm, but he stopped, somehow you felt threatened.

– wait, I want to see how pretty you're, princess.

He returned. You hid your face in shame, not because of what he said, but because you didn't want him to see you so vulnerable, like a lost pet. He ran his fingers through your red bands smeared with his brilliant cum. Your heart calmed down only when he undid the knot on his belt, letting the blood circulate in your arms and lay down next to him, caressing your arms calmly.

– are you okay? – His voice now exuded sweetness.

Seonghwa's duality was what you appreciated most, it was the perfect balance between the affection you were looking for and the dark desire to be fucked like a whore. It was love with a fetish. It would have been perfect if it wasn't for a small problem, and even though you knew it wasn't his fault, but you were too proud to admit it.

You snuggled into his arms, burying your head in his chest. The unexpected act surprised him, normally you ask him to leave even when you don't even want to catch your breath.

– can you hug me tight? – sounded more desperate than you would have liked.

He remained silent, once again he seemed to have a million things to say but the words jumbled in his head prevented him from forming a logical sentence. You stayed there, together in mutual silence, respecting each other's personal time.

– I was so afraid of losing you, y/n – the simple act of stroking his hair brought you security, but his touch felt rough – now I see that I never had you in the first place.

After assimilating everything that passed through your ears, you looked at him, moving away a little. The black irises of his eyes shone like a thousand stars, but you knew it wasn't out of happiness.

– You are very intense, I didn’t want to hurt you – replied slowly.

– You’ve already done it, you’re just too selfish to realize it – right.

For the first time you were having a conversation and not arguing. And for the first time you didn't know how to answer him.

– Then why do you still come back to me? Why do you try so hard to pick up my pieces?

You lowered your head when you felt another tear cross your face. How humiliating of you. You were afraid of what he would respond, for a second you tuned out as every little memory of the 2 years you spent together flashed through your head. It was always like this, your head was your escape valve.

– Because I needed you. I know you hate to confess but even though it's reciprocal there is no us. I don't think it ever existed.

He would probably later regret the bitter words he spoke, but however much it hurt there was a bit of truth.

– Sorry if your boyfriend doesn’t meet your expectations. But don't keep calling me and giving me false hope. I want to leave you, y/n.

It was too much for you, that was why you avoided talking to him. It was fear. Scared to face how broken you were. You tried to get up, but he hugged you tightly, stopping you.

– You are the saddest part of me, Seonghwa. I don't know where I went wrong. When did it all go wrong?

He was a part of you that would never be yours. You don't fit in.

– Now it seems so obvious, but I thought we could make up. You say I'm intense and that he didn't want something serious, when in fact you just don't want something serious with me.

Stubbornness of your heart, wanting him even though you know you shouldn't. You only loved him when you wanted to use him, when you wanted a good fuck without hearing “what are we” in the morning. He felt like arrows had hit his back, while your emotions mixed together causing a heady confusion.

– Go away… – you ordered. Your confused eyes alternated between anger and sadness – just… go.

You didn't need to ask again. He stood up feeling the walls close in on him. Your naked body alone was a melancholy art. You kept your eyes fixed on your own hands containing the nerves as you tried to ignore him getting ready to leave. The sound of rain made it more difficult for your to hear the sound of his footsteps.

– Y/n… – he called, already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you – promise that when you get tired of making a fool of me, you will call me when the cold sets in?

He didn't count how many times a knife could be in his back, he still saw hope for you. Destructive. He wanted to burn with you. No matter how much he hurt. But this time the tears he shed for you were his last gift. You appreciated every detail of his face pressing lips together, a bitter taste rose in your throat. You wished that wasn't true.

– it's late, Seonghwa.

No further answers were needed. It didn't seem to make sense, but Seonghwa felt like a burden was leaving him. He took off the leather jacket he was wearing covering you and then left a solitary kiss on your shoulder as he stood up.

After that, you only heard the main door closing. Only then did you relieve yourself by crying until you lost your voice. You didn't care who could hear, it didn't matter. You rested only when you fell asleep exhausted, with a sore throat hurting and head spinning. You recovered a little from a slight dizziness and went to the bath. You didn't think about anything, nor did you want to, you just let the water wash away your intrusive thoughts.

Crossing the dark room you saw your cell phone screen light up. It was him. Your boyfriend. “Sorry. Full day.” was the excuse for his disappearance. You ignored it, going to bed. With a palpable frustration the whole conversation with Seonghwa kept replaying in your mind like a broken record. Was he thinking about you? He really loved you? What is your problem?

Ignoring any logic you called that old number.

But went to voicemail.

Thank you for reading this far! all feedback, reblog, follow, and others are appreciated!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀xoxo, Tate 𖹭

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wavehq · 11 months ago

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enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, glados seong ( portal ) and derek danforth ( the beekeeper ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, silver!

( portal. soo joo park, she/her or they/them, nonbinary. ) ——- hey, is that ( glados seong ) hanging around ( lavender laboratories )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( thirty ) year old ( scientist / physicist ) and ( singing in her own time )? they’re notorious for being ( disciplined, creative, observant ) yet ( judgmental, know-it-all, pretentious ), and i always seem to hear ( you should see me in a crown ) by ( billie eilish ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( their harsh words and their commitment to their work ), and they’re associated with ( pushing yourself to the absolute limit, living for your work, a soothing hum during a stressful time, a bitter last word ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( ||that she didn't completely delete her original self sooner|| ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ silver ]

( the beekeeper. josh hutcherson, he/him or they/them, nonbinary. ) ——- hey, is that ( derek danforth ) hanging around ( snapdragon bank )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty - eight ) year old ( tech company owner ) and ( getting massages and manicures )? they’re notorious for being ( confident, enthusiastic, bold ) yet ( selfish, catty, sleazy ), and i always seem to hear ( it girl ) by ( aliyah's interlude ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( skateboarding indoors, flashing their cash and their famous mother ), and they’re associated with ( the world revolves around you and only you, vape clouds to block the haters, a call from mom that goes straight to voicemail, clashing patterns ane colours that hurt your eyes ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( ||that he didn't kill the beekeeper himself|| ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ silver ]

#multifandom rp #portal rp #the beekeeper rp #panfandom rp #crossover rp #whq.accept

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kyufiber-moved · 6 years ago

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song rec of the day !! party favor by billie eilish

#q: casting love spells ✨#song recs #party favor #billie eilish #me: still obsessed obsessed with billie eilish #so the song starts out in the form of a voicemail #and slowly turns into an actual song #but its always singing dw #but basically its a girl talking to a guy #with whom she has an on and off relationship #but she’s ending it for real this time #bc she’s sick of his shit lolol

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crackheadenergy101 · 4 years ago

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Six feet under

Summary: Seth has stopped talking to you and left you in the dust hanging out with new friends, you accept the ending of the friendship and move on, now one glance and he’s asking for you back you give him the hard truth despite your tiny lingering feelings reader gender is anonymous

A/n: I notice that whenever people write angst for Seth or if he leaves them, they automatically make the reader forgive them and write cute little fluff after it like no lol he abandoned you for weeks and you're a wreck your not gonna forgive him in 5 minutes of explaining of what he his and they also creepily make the reader never let him go, as let's be realistic here, so I decided to write it myself, this is what I imagine a situation like this should be like lol enjoy

Warning: angst, sad Seth, adorably cute couple goals

“ Seth can you call me? I don’t know if I did something wrong I- I- just call,...please?..” you hang up, this was your 7th voicemail today. You were distraught after not hearing from seth for over a whole week, you were best friends since 4th grade and have never had any big issues you weren’t understanding.

You flop on your bed and look out, you lived near the beach, you could see everything it always made you calm. But even that couldn’t make you calm down after the sight your now seeing

It was Seth running around with some guys, playing football and laughing you saw Leah to,

You see Leah glance at his phone as your voicemail reaches she simply sighs and doesn’t return it, your heart breaks as you nod and accept the truth “ 2 can play at that game” you glance at the phone only sending one text “fine.” Before blocking and deleting his number along with leah’s and their mother

You look at the items he gave you and pack them in a box, “ you wanna do this to me, fine”

Months past and you moved on, you got into a relationship with a guy named James, when you walk past the hallways you wouldn’t even glance at Seth anymore, you never spoke to Jacob or Leah again. You seemingly just accepted his absence much to Leah’s shock,

Life was calm till that week that had to ruin everything, your car broke down near the Uley house and your boyfriend was set on going to there house even with the long walk

So here you were sitting in a wooden chair talking to a girl named Emily “ yeah I'm going to Maine soon so that's cool” “ ugh I would love to go to Maine I heard it's beautiful-” “ Emily?” “ oh? Hi sam!”

Suddenly a familiar tall man walks in with a group of boys behind him, he kisses her cheek and turns to you “ who's this “ “ this is y/n! There car broke down and they walked here with there boyfriend he's in the bathroom right now though” you give a lazy grin and wave “ sorry for intruding I told him let’s just wait but he’s stupidly stubborn” “ hey I heard that!” You chuckle. “ y/n?” you turn to see Leah and Jacob staring wide-eyed at you “ oh hey guys, nice to see you “

You give them a Lil wave and remain poker-faced, your anger burning in your fiery chest you suddenly recognized that man called max or something, that's the person seth was with that day, and also one of the people he abandoned you for. You wanted to lash out but realized that it's old news and that you should likely move on to not seem clingy “so good news! It's uh fixable bad news I'm broke” James says in a joking manner while walking in from the bathroom “ oh hello! I'm James nice to meet you”

You turn your head to see Seth, suddenly he stiffens, your eyes lock. It felt bizarre, it felt as if he bounded to you now. You felt memories come back as you remembered your old ways of sneaking around and prowling around after dark

But once you think to raise a smile you see memories of those dark weeks come back, calls left unanswered voicemails never returned, the absence of any communication and eventual abandonment and particularly that day you saw him and Leah's cruel little sigh of God knows what emotion, you anticipated to get angry right then and there but it didn't transpire

Maybe your emotions were just vacant, you felt no hatred no grief, it felt as if you were a stranger greeting another almost as if you were just done with him. You blink and sit up straight “ sorry spaced out there, hey! Seth how ya been” you muster a genuine smile and wave “ hey...” seth says slowly, James turns to you and Seth “ oh hi! You must he Seth I've heard so much about you” Seth grins giving a dazzling smile “ only good things I hope!” Leah turns to you waiting to give a scoff or a sarcastic comment to his response but you indicated nothing. It looked as if you were unaffected by his statement

“ so how do you know y/n!” Jacob asks trying to lighten the uncomfortable mood “ oh I'm there boyfriend! “ Seth grip tightens at the word and everyone suddenly goes silent “ what brought...you guys here,” Seth says in an aggressive tone to James, James smiles strangely enough not hearing the tone and answering as cheerfully as always “ my car broke down and we walked here” “ even though I said noo” you add in a joking tone “ your just lazy” “ yeah that's why I didn't wanna walk! “ James gives a joking sigh and lets go of Seth's bigger hand

“ so are you staying for dinner “ “ I dunno maybe I guess” “ what they means is yes “

So that's what you did, you ate and made jokes ignoring the hard stares from Seth and his overly passive-aggressive sister who is named Leah “ oh yeah James tell him about the trip” suddenly James gets even more excited and gives a wider grin reminding everyone of a puppy of sorts, how ironic the pack thought. “ we won this trip to Maine by a landslide-” “ -he's really excited to go, he's been talking about it non-stop, not like he ever stops talking “ you pinch his cheek and he beams “ hey! Stop y/n” he laughs

Seth feels his bitterness burn, he couldn't help it watching his imprint be so connected to a man that wasn't him was affecting him so deeply, he knew it was selfish but he just couldn't help his jealousy and over-protective attitude and Sam understood this and decided to cut the dinner short

“ well I think we outta head out” “ with what ride?” you asked in a teasing matter “ taxi smarty pants “ you punch his arm and snort.

“ oh I can give you guys a ride,” Seth says calmy, he needed to talk to you

“ oh really? Thanks, dude” James says happily, you felt like this was a bad idea but stay silent, he surely moved on so there's no need to be worried you thought, you guys walk out, you notice to see the group whispering but ignore it. It wasn't your business and you're not trying to make it your business “ oh darn! I forgot my wallet I'll be right back! “ you grin and roll your eyes “he's such a dork-”

You turn to Seth and see a serious expression staining his face, you guys stand in silence before you decided to say something to lighten the mood, “ if your thinking I'm stalking you-” “ how long have you guys been together” you're taken aback by his question but answer it, quite suspicious of his odd sudden interest “ like 4 months? Maybe 3?? “ “ and you're trusting him like this? That's risky y/n “. “ relax dude, I kinda like this one and I'm not letting him go by being too guarded “ Seth sighs “ looking if this revenge for...what I did, I'm sorry but that shouldn't mean you should risk your safety”

You roll your eyes, he's so full of himself! You thought, “ 2 things, that's way too much effort for revenge and secondly, I'm not cruel to string him along and do that to him I'm dating him cause I like him not for revenge”. Seth sighs before giving a sad and desperate look “ y/n look... I-i miss you and...I'm s-sorry” and that's when it happened

Your emotions boiled over

Your emotions that have been missing so long finally reacted, and you suddenly slap Seth catching him and yourself off guard, you back away “ shit man I'm SO sorry! “ he looks at you with sadness “ please y/n j-just listen-” “ no. “ you call out to James deciding it's time to go. “ y/n please...” you call out to James again but in desperation wanting to leave, “ huh? Y/n what's wrong “ you walk towards the path and avoid Seth as he tries to grab your arm “ no!-” you sigh and relax feeling your anxiety fuming “ look, Seth, just, please Leave me alone. I did that for you now I need you to do the same”

James runs by your side confused at why your are such a wreck, “ y/n?” you walk away holding James' hand and don't look back despite Seth yelling and Leah crying out. “ Please, guys! Just move on?” you say and walk faster, it isn't fair did he think you we're going to forgive him so easily after everything, no.

You felt a side of you wishing to be with him but ignore it

You weren't risking everything to be abandoned again, you grip James' hand tighter as he tries to find a way to comfort you and call for a taxi

Seth feels his heartbreak and suddenly feels like everything is crashing down around him, he feels tears fall down his eyes as he rubs his burning cheek. He sniffles and calls out to you to not even get an answer

Oh no...no, no, no, no!

Maybe pt2 idk

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jenniferswhor3 · 3 years ago

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when i'm away from you.. - rafe cameron

obx masterlist | masterlist

rafe cameron x reader

warnings; its been months and you've finally figured your worth. what happens when the boy who left you in the dirt tries to come back? loosely inspired by 'happier than ever' by billie eilish (also my own heart break but we don't need to talk about that)

warnings; swearing, mentions of drugs, a bit of manipulation (in past tense), tears, angst, pet name (princess)

authors note; highly requested part two to fools gold you can read that here!!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON FOOLS GOLD TOO ILY ALL <3 (italics is flashbacks)

its been about 3 months since you've had any sort of contact with rafe. and lately? you've felt happier than ever.

but by the second month everything changed. you started realizing everything rafe did. the way he used you for money or for hospitality, then he would ignore you. what kind of person does that?

all your friends thought he was perfect for you. they saw the two of you acting almost like a couple sometimes and they thought he reciprocated feelings. well, apparently they were wrong, and so were you because you thought he felt the same. they all thought he complimented you so well.

by month two you started to feel more confident, more yourself. you started to get over rafe– well, you forced yourself too. you started to feel better than before. your skin was beginning to clear up, you started to love yourself more, you even found a style that fit you more.

everything was great, but by month three you started to get calls from an unknown number who happened to leave voicemails too. you wished it wasn't true, you wish rafe cameron wasn't the one leaving voicemails.

every call was almost the same. he'd call you, drunk out of his mind, apologize for what he's done, and frankly it scared you because most of the time you heard his car start up or the sound of the engine. you knew if you ever answered him and told him to be careful or not drive home drunk he wouldn't listen, you'd be wasting your breath, he only seemed to listen to his friends.

rafe realized he messed up when he saw you out in public and tried to talk to you, after ignoring you for weeks, and you just brushed him off. he knew he messed up because he was always aware of his actions. he always knew what he was doing when he would love on you one day and leave you for two weeks the next. he always figured you'd come running back because of your huge crush on him, which he knew of, but what he didn't know is that you found out his sick and twisted game and cut ties with him, biting him in the ass.

he no longer had someone to rely on when things got tough, no longer someone he can rely on when he needed drug money, which now that he thinks about it was an awful idea. he knows he fucked up and he's not only hurt you, but himself too.

you don't understand how he could treat you so shitty, how can you use someone and then leave them in the dirt when you're done? he was your everything and now? now he's nothing to you. and you're happy to keep it that way. because all that he did to you was made you sad.

and it's embarrassing, telling you're friends that the guy you fell in love with turned out to be a shitty person. that's if you're friends stuck around.

rafe cameron was great at manipulation. it almost felt like second nature. it wasn’t something he was ever good at, but when you have ward cameron for a father you kind of adopt that habit. so whenever he did something that even slightly upset you, you ran to your friends to tell them what happened and they told you that he’s no good, then you would run back to rafe telling him the bad things he said about you because you were so in love and would do anything for him. rafe would tell you they’re no good for you and they don’t want what’s best for you.

“they don’t want what’s best for you, y/n. i do, okay? trust me. it’ll always be you and me in the end because they’re just trying to tear us apart.”

“but rafe–”

“you and me, forever always, right?” rafe held out his pinky for a pinky promise

“forever always.” you smiled interlocking pinkies.

slowly but surely you started to shut out your friends, all because of rafe. you didn’t want to, they were your best friends, but between rafe’s words and theirs and your huge crush on rafe, it was clear to your friends you would always pick him. so they did the hard part for you, they were the ones who left.

you walked around town looking at all the places you and rafe had a special memory or loved to hang out and you hated it. you were starting to hate the outer banks because of it. it was tiring seeing all the happy people in the places you shared happy memories with rafe in it. you wondered if that was all fake, if all the memories you had with him were an illusion. the ones where you'd get pints of ice cream and sit on his roof and eat them at midnight. or the ones where you'd go sit and have dinner and watch the sunset. or the ones where he'd bring takeout and a dvd rental of your favorite movie when he knew you were having a bad day. you wished you could have one last conversation with him, asking him all the unanswered questions you had.

and that's exactly what happened, it was unexpected, to say the least. it was a night you were out of town, by yourself, celebrating something small you accomplished. even though it was small, it was still celebratory worthy. you wanted to buy yourself some nice things and a nice lunch to celebrate.

you had finished shopping and a delicious lunch and now you were headed back to your car with about 5 bags in your hands and sore feet. you finished putting your bags in the back and turned around to head to the drivers seat. upon turning around you were frightened by the figure in front on you. "rafe, what the fuck!" he was standing there a bit pale with tears lining his eyes.

"i'm sorry, i want to talk to you. can i?" he sputtered out.

you held your guard up, not wanting to fall into any traps. "why should i?"

"because–" he took a moment to find the right words. "–because i'm sorry. and i messed up, i know, big time. i want to say sorry. please, y/n, comeback to me."

you sighed heavily, "you can't just come back and apologize so quickly and expect me to forgive you. you seriously hurt me rafe."

you began to fiddle with your keys. rafe could tell you were nervous. you had a tell, fidget with anything you can from bracelets, your sleeves, and even rafe's sleeves.

rafe grasped your hands making you stop playing with your keys. for some reason, you let him keep his hands holding yours. "let me make it up to you then, let me show you how sorry i am, how much i fucked up. please."

a deep sigh escaped your lips– this was going to hurt like hell to break his heart, but he broke yours. you had to bury these feelings. "rafe, stop. you can't just show up out of nowhere, apologize once, and expect me to forgive you.

"but–"

"no 'buts' rafe!"

many thought were running through your head at the moment. most importantly, all the the unanswered questions you had leftover from wherever rafe had left you. "let me ask you this, rafe. did you mean it? was everything you said, or did, fake? were all those night spent in each others arms fake?"

rafe pondered at the memories. all the memories of you two curled up in his sheets, watching all of yours and his favorite movies.

this was one of the typical night you two spent together. you two were either curled up on the couch or in rafes bed. it was the latter tonight. it was rafe’s turn to pick the movie and, of course, he chose 21 jump street– it was one of his favorites.

rafe had his arm around your back while you were cuddled in his side. rafe’s fingers were the only thing you could concentrate on at the moment seeing as they were gently scratching your back from under your shirt. you were so focused on the little shapes and designs he was drawing, that you were starting to doze off. you didn’t want to because you had grown to love this movie too, seeing how happy it made rafe.

you had finally dozed off into a dreamless sleep almost going unnoticed by the boy you were sleeping on. he heard the gentle snores coming from your nose indicating you were asleep. rafe finds your small snores to be the cutest thing, almost feeling lucky to be the last one awake to hear them.

rafe gently placed a kiss on top of your head, pulling you closer into his side while he turned the volume of the movie down. you, unconsciously, cuddled closer to him, wrapping yourself as tight as you possibly could around him.

rafe also pondered on the many times he surprised you. from flowers, to watch the sunrise, or just for lunch together.

when rafe received the text that you weren’t headed to his and in fact going home to you’re being wise of your shitty day at work, rafe knew he needed to do something to cheers you up— it was almost like an instinct.

rafe grabbed his keys and wallet and headed out the front door. calling up some take out, he heads to target to grab some necessities to cheer you up.

he arrived at your front door with a takeout bag and a target back. you were confused to say the least. "i brought take out and i went to target." goofy grin plastered on his face.

"rafe–" you started. you stood there in disbelief. no one had ever gone through this much to make you happy. "–thank you, rafe. this is amazing." you pulled him in for a hug. rafe set down the bags so he could hug you better.

for the whole night you and rafe had the most fun you had in a while. you ate take out while watching some of your favorite movies while wearing matching pajamas, which is one of the things rafe got at target. you two also made brownies from a box and ate almost the whole thing that night. to conclude the night, you two cuddled close together and fell asleep on the couch.

rafe made your miserable day turn into the best night ever.

he also pondered on all the times it felt like you two were more than just friends.

it was midsummers and you were sitting all alone, sipping a glass of champagne with your head in your hand. you're beautiful pink satin dress had gone to waste as you had been sitting since you arrived.

everyone looked liked they were having so much fun. kiara carrera and sarah cameron were happily dancing with each other. topper and kelce were invested in a boyish chat that seems to get them to occasionally laugh. even jj maybank looked like he was having fun, even though he was stuck being a waiter for the evening.

rafe had texted you saying he couldn't make it so there goes your entertainment for tonight. you had responded with a pity 'aww okay' and a sad face and that concluded your conversation with rafe.

you had begun nursing your second glass of champagne accompanied by small talk with waiter jj maybank. he was actually a pretty interesting guy; you had quite a bit in common.

you excused yourself to the bathroom and maneuvered yourself through the crowd of people to enter the house. finishing up your bathroom duties, you found yourself with a pleasant surprise as you made your way back to the crowd.

there stood the 6'2", blonde haired boy you longed for. "rafe! what are you doing here? i thought you couldn't make it?" the joys look on rates face made your heart melt.

and it was true. rafe couldn't make it at first. he thought he had plans but canceled last minute. "i couldn't leave my best girl hanging!" he says pulling you in for a hug.

my best girl, you thought you're heart would've stopped then and there, surprisingly it didn't.

rafe had gotten all dolled up, especially for you. his hair was washed and brushed through, he put on his most expensive best smelling cologne, and picked out a pocket square to exactly match your dress. you wondered how he pulled it off, you had only shown your dress to him once.

that night you and rafe spent the whole evening standing way too close together to just be friends. almost everyone in the room would've assumed you were a couple.

there was one moment that stood out from the rest of the night. it was when you're favorite slow song came on and rafe asked you to dance. he stood in front of you're sitting figure, after excusing himself to discreetly inform the dj of the said slow song, with a hand out in front of you. "care to dance?" he had a sly smirk on his face, knowing you'd say yes.

his right arm was placed around your waist, your left doing the same. both your right and his left hand laced together and out to the side. the motion of you two moving back and forth had you in a sleepy trance, letting yourself rest your head on rafes chest and allowing yourself you tune into rafe's heartbeat rather than the song. "im glad you came." you whispered only for rafe to hear. "me too, princess. me too." rafe really only called you princess in intimate moments like this. you were unaware of it but rafe knew exactly why.

"no." rafe said confidently. "no, it wasn't."

"it wasn't?"

"no."

you thought for a moment, thought about you're final question. "then why did you ignore me for days or weeks at a time then talk to me like it never even happened?"

once again, rafe pondered on this. he knew it was partially because he had the power too. he had power and he didn't know how to use. the other half of him truly didn't know why. he loved you, why would he ignore you. "because i was stupid. i knew you liked me yet my mind was only focused on the power i had. i'm sorry, i know that's not an excuse but please, give me another chance. i really do love you, just like i did then."

it had taken you a moment to take everything in. he only did that because he had power? and he still loves you like he did before? so he did love you like you loved him. this only made it more confusing.

"rafe–" you took a deep breath in. "–i can't forgive you right now. not. tomorrow. not even in a month. im going to need time to think. talk to me in a year to see where i'm at."

"i'll wait for you, y/n, because its always been you."

before entering your car you bid him a farewell, "see you later, rafe cameron." you watched him walk away and once he was out of your vision you shed a few tears. you hoped what he was saying is true. that he'd wait for you because maybe it will always be him, somewhere deep in your heart.

you drove away with a conflicted feeling in your chest. you were happy with the clarification you got yet your heart still broke at the thought of rafe leaving again. maybe it was better if he left you alone. or maybe you secretly yearned for the feeling of rafe camerons arm around you again. well just have to see in a year.

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